"decue" lyrics

Bastards

The church ringing their bells
Music don't always help
But I can't stop, if I get a nine-to-five, I'll— myself (I hate you, I hate you; Bastards)
I'll prove my teachers right
Her friends will point and laugh
I hear my mother cry
I pray I can go

Back to when I wish I was older
'Cause now I fucking hate my life, I wish it was over (It was over)
And you hate me as well (Bastards)
So, what's the point of trying to stop me?
Leave me be, oh, how I wanna go
Back to when I wish I was older
'Cause now I fucking hate my life, I wish it was over
And you hate me as well (Bastards)
So, what's the point of trying to stop me?
Leave me be, oh, how I wanna go