Child Of Mine

Do you remember 1988?

I don't 'cause I wasn't born yet

I heard it was a good year for weed and for wine

I heard it was a good year for lying

My mother told me that I was born angry

Thursdays child still a-crying

She sat me down with the ghosts that she found

Told me I'd never make it alive

It's a curse, it's a curse of your birth

Some can bear weight and they'll carry it through

And some women will never be fine

It's an affliction

A predisposition

And you are a child of mine

You are a child of mine

I don't remember when she said it first

But I remember the sound of the words

I couldn't sleep then and I still can't now

My mind is broken

My voice is too loud

Was it dramatic or a fucked up learnt habit?

Tell me, mum, what'd you think?

She sat me down with the ghosts that she found

Told me I'd never make it alive

It's a curse, it's a curse of your birth

Some can bear weight and they'll carry it through

And some women will never be fine

It's an affliction

A predisposition

And you are a child of mine

You are a child of mine

I sometimes wonder if I'm a psychopath

I fit the profile if you do the math

I find it hard to feel much when its sad

I find a way to turn everything bad

I'm still suspicious that I took the scissors

Just to see what they'd do

She sat me down with the ghosts that she found

Told me I'd never make it alive

It's a curse, it's a curse of your birth

Some can bear weight and they'll carry it through

And some women will never be fine

It's an affliction

A predisposition

And you are a child of mine

You are a child of mine