Hark back to days you were born, my little spark
For a while I lean down to ears to replace what I spat out
"Keep on rotting in the farm"
"Keep on rotting in the farm"
Hark back to days you were born, my little spark
For a while
And how would you know
I held a rope
To keep an eye fixed on yours
And how would you know
That rain and snow
Are only water but in different forms
Because I never told
You had to hold on to this
And just keep on rotting in the farm
Keep on rotting in the farm
In the farm
In the farm
In the farm
Singing
Be fucking scared 'cause they might
Trap you while you sleep
And wrap you in a carpet
Or stab you when you're shopping