That Summer, at Home I Had Become the Invisible Boy

I'm 14, and you know, That I'm looking the wrong way And is the past outside Or in this lovely home A strong father figure And with a heart of gold A loving mother, a loving mother They're standing outside And they're looking in They're standing outside And they're looking in They're standing outside And they're looking in Kids are on fire, in the bedroom The cunt sits at his desk And he's plotting away The kids are on fire, in the bedroom I'm 14, and you know, That I've learned the easy way The stupid decisions And with a broken heart And they're sitting around the table And they're talking behind your back A loving mother, a loving mother They're standing outside And they're looking in They're standing outside And they're broken in The kids are on fire, in the bedroom Kids are on fire, in the bedroom The cunt sits at his desk And he's plotting away The kids are on fire, in the bedroom The kids are on fire, in the bedroom The kids are on fire, in the bedroom