Spoons by Gork

I always got treated with a friendly smile
By the dealer’s mother and her glass of wine
She made me curry with the family
And I would stick around for cups of tea

I was only 15 but I felt 35
When they handed me a hammer and said to stick by their side
There was kicking and screaming and blood and stuff
As I watched them fuck those junkies up

It was cool
Really cool
It was cool
Really cool

I’d stumble home with my mouth agape
I made the mistake of letting all the liquid escape
My brain had left and gone to space
But I was happy alone in the human race

One day he said, dont fuck it up like me cus
You could get a house or one those degrees
You can still be a man, just don’t be mean
It’s a different world for masculinity

That’s not cool
Not very cool
That’s not cool
Not very cool

I am holding a spoon x4
I am losing my mind
I am holding a spoon x2
I am painting my head
I am stuck in my bed
I am touching my legs
I am holding my head
I am painting my room
I am stuck in my room
Im not leaving the house
I am holding a spoon x4

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