We are not worthy to receive you
We are the daughters and the sons
We are the hand-me-down trousers
The blazers and blouses
And I have never owned
A belt that suitably fits
About our different hips
I've grown as big as I can be
As small as when you found me
Humming: Bastards of Young

Blessed Mother, what a mess
The broken ladder of success
Holy Mary, what a mess
The broken ladder of success

They wrote a letter to your parents
They caught you kissing on the bus
But when they asked you, you said nothing
Those lines are not for crossing
The damage has been done
We are not worthy to receive you
We are the daughters and the sons
We are the secondhand trousers
Blazers and blouses
Irredeemable ones