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...