On Killing a Swan Blues by Legss Lyrics

Doctor, doctor
I think I'm at death's door
Every step I take, a different render
Oh they're all so tired what with all that sleep
We're all so tired, but especially me oh
Carrying too much Spice Girls memorabilia
Rallying cries from Ophelia
Like Juno's swans stuffed with all that grief
We're all so tired, but especially me

And if I was an American
My experiences, they would've shaped me
Because I'm British
They only make me tired
Is society really at risk?
The elders seem to think so
Growing ever fearful
Of the adolescent strain against the personal limit
We should tie them down, flagellate them
Consign them to apprenticeships
Or better send them off to war
Carve their bodies into something [?]
But most of all...
Pissing pins and needles
Pissing broken glass
Pissing molten lead
Killing all their sons, killing all their sons
Killing and I am killing all their sons, killing
I've been invited to the palace

4 PM in Ruskin park
The sun has set and the children leave
To let the new age thinkers drown
And all the London drinks come in

We poise out an emotion [?]