Speedy Ortiz - Son Of

Текст песни

How would you spell my name
If I said that our names were the same?
Coddled and cultless, piss on the goddess
Who granted us these fleshy frames
And named us such similar names.
I’m not the name I chose.
I’ve got a scar that runs deeper than those
Who forgive the forgeries two names afford to me.
Under the bus, eighteen wheels slash across me
As penance for all my killings.
And you’re under the bus similarly,
Bleeding out and listening to me.
You just sit and listen to me.