"You're Fucked" lyrics
The Cast of The Unlikely Pilgrimage Of Harold Fry & Passenger Lyrics
(from "The Unlikely Pilgrimage Of Harold Fry" soundtrack)
You're fucked
You're fucked
You're well and truly fucked
I'm sorry for I know it's bad to say
You're fucked (I'm fucked?)
You're sadly out of luck
I really wish there was another way
But it's no longer a question
An idea or a suggestion
For you are fucked in every single way
You must now do what is best
Which is rest, I must stress
Not to test just how fucked you are today
Now I wish there were a pill
Or a potion I could fill
Your cup with to unfuck this but I can't
I am really sorry, mister
But your feet are gross and blistered
You're going to have to lose this stubborn stance
It's no Eastern superstition
You're just in no condition
To walk another step, don't take a chance
Oh, Harold, can't you see?
You're as fucked as fucked can be
And you're going to have to quit this crazy dance
— Will your partner mind if I stay?
— You can stay as long as you like. You still won't meet him.
— Why?
— Because he's gone, Harold, he doesn't live here anymore
Because I'm fucked
I'm fucked
I'm broken and I'm fucked
For I wait for a man who won't come home
He had a secret baby
With a secret lady
And now he has left me here alone
I'd no idea he was a father
When we left Bratislava
He told me things I shouldn't have believed
He left all his possessions
When I learned all his indiscretions
And now I sit here dumbstruck and deceived
So forgive if I swear a little much
But to be fair it's such
A shitty situation, you'll agree
To be stuck here broken-hearted
Mopping floors and cleaning carpets
When I have a medical degree
You see we're fucked, yes, we're fucked
The both of us are fucked
In many different ways, it must be said
You're in a foreign country
You're in a stranger's house
We're both in way over our heads
Now there's nothing left to do
But to raise a glass for two
To all the fucked up things we've done and said
We're truly, unequivocally
Emotionally, physically
Ragged road and royally
Pretty prim and properly
I'm speaking metaphorically
And cate-fucking-gorically
With beautiful simplicity
In perfect synchronicity
And strangely quite exquisitely
Fucked
You're fucked
You're well and truly fucked
I'm sorry for I know it's bad to say
You're fucked (I'm fucked?)
You're sadly out of luck
I really wish there was another way
But it's no longer a question
An idea or a suggestion
For you are fucked in every single way
You must now do what is best
Which is rest, I must stress
Not to test just how fucked you are today
Now I wish there were a pill
Or a potion I could fill
Your cup with to unfuck this but I can't
I am really sorry, mister
But your feet are gross and blistered
You're going to have to lose this stubborn stance
It's no Eastern superstition
You're just in no condition
To walk another step, don't take a chance
Oh, Harold, can't you see?
You're as fucked as fucked can be
And you're going to have to quit this crazy dance
— Will your partner mind if I stay?
— You can stay as long as you like. You still won't meet him.
— Why?
— Because he's gone, Harold, he doesn't live here anymore
Because I'm fucked
I'm fucked
I'm broken and I'm fucked
For I wait for a man who won't come home
He had a secret baby
With a secret lady
And now he has left me here alone
I'd no idea he was a father
When we left Bratislava
He told me things I shouldn't have believed
He left all his possessions
When I learned all his indiscretions
And now I sit here dumbstruck and deceived
So forgive if I swear a little much
But to be fair it's such
A shitty situation, you'll agree
To be stuck here broken-hearted
Mopping floors and cleaning carpets
When I have a medical degree
You see we're fucked, yes, we're fucked
The both of us are fucked
In many different ways, it must be said
You're in a foreign country
You're in a stranger's house
We're both in way over our heads
Now there's nothing left to do
But to raise a glass for two
To all the fucked up things we've done and said
We're truly, unequivocally
Emotionally, physically
Ragged road and royally
Pretty prim and properly
I'm speaking metaphorically
And cate-fucking-gorically
With beautiful simplicity
In perfect synchronicity
And strangely quite exquisitely
Fucked
