All these babies are born
To the wrong kind of people
And I wish I had known
I was not good enough
I´m the worst kind of son
Bringing shame to my family
And I know I have worn
My mother´s heart out, believe me
I saw it
I saw it coming

All these things I have done
To my little little sister
When I try to support her
She don´t believe
Shy should she?
I hurt her
I mean I hurt her

So goodbye, so long, I´m gone already
I´m running out of time
I´m losing my mind
Won´t you come take me home?
Won´t somebody hold me?

All these babies are born
Like a field full of poppies
Who´s gonna know which are torn?
I believe I´ll soon leave the meadow
I see my shadow

I think I´m losing my soul...