I told myself it was a riddle
That way I felt not in the middle
Of a caravan east and a rattling tyre
I hurt my hand
On those stinging nettles
And we couldn’t find
Where you put the kettle
There were frozen leaves
Stuck to the metal and wire
When it burns on my feet
And the window’s down
When it burns on the seat
And we lie on the ground
The car that we bought from my brother
He sold it when he yelled at our mother
And I'll be selling it for another, I’m done!
So I told myself it was a riddle
That way I felt not in the middle
Of a caravan east and a rattling tyre
When it burns on my feet
And the window’s down
When it burns on the seat
And we lie on the ground