If It's Hurting You.

You said I was northern scum
I was wounded baby
That's fighting talk where I'm from
And I'm not moving baby

Saw one transmission
On the television
Saying I can't do my job
Well I just keep dancing.

Happy birthday to the pair of eyes thats seen too much. Twenty four years of this and another year brought in the way it never should.

A little old brain in a pretty little head. Sometimes it hurts to know as much as I do.

Happy birthday me. When there is no one to stand beside you, remember I am always cheering you on.