Lyrics Embarrassed - Stray Kids
I
thought
it
was
okay,
I
could
understand
the
reasons
They
said,
"There
might
be
a
man
or
a
nervous
child
seeing
this
small
piece
of
flesh
that
they
weren't
quite
expecting."
So
I
whispered
and
tip-toed
with
nervous
discretion
But
after
six
months
of
her
life
sat
sitting
on
lids,
sipping
on
milk,
nostrils
sniffing
on
piss
Trying
not
to
bang
her
head
on
toilet
roll
dispensers
I
wonder
whether
these
public
loo
feeds
offend
her
‘Cause
I'm
getting
tired
of
discretion
and
being
polite
As
my
baby's
first
sips
are
drowned
drenched
in
shite
I
spent
the
first
feeding
months
of
her
beautiful
life
Feeling
nervous
and
awkward
and
wanting
everything
right
Surrounded
by
family
‘til
I
stepped
out
the
house
It
took
me
eight
weeks
to
get
the
confidence
to
go
into
town
Now,
the
comments
around
me
cut
like
a
knife
As
I
rush
into
toilet
cubicles
feeling
nothing
like
nice
Because
I'm
giving
her
milk
that's
not
in
a
bottle
Which
in
the
cocaine
generation
white
powder
would
topple
I
see
pyramids,
sales
pitches,
across
our
green
globe
And
female
breasts--banned--unless
they're
out
just
for
show
And
the
more
I
go
out,
the
more
I
can't
stand
it
I
walk
into
town,
feel
I'm
surrounded
by
bandits
‘Cause
in
this
country
of
billboards,
covered
in
tits
And
family
newsagent
magazines
full
of
it
WH
Smith
top
shelf's
out
for
men
Why
don't
you
complain
about
them
then?
In
this
country
of
billboards,
covered
in
tits
And
family
newsagent
magazines
full
of
it
W.H.
Smith
top
shelves
out
for
men
I'm
getting
embarrassed
in
case
a
small
flash
of
flesh
might
offend
And
I'm
not
trying
to
parade
it
I
don't
want
to
make
a
show
But
when
I'm
told
I'd
be
better
just
staying
at
home
And
when
another
friend
I
know
is
thrown
off
a
bus
And
another
mother
told
to
get
out
of
a
pub
Even
my
grandma
said
that
maybe
I
was
sexing
it
up
And
I'm
sure
the
milk-makers
love
all
this
fuss
All
the
cussing,
and
worry,
and
looks
of
disgust
As
another
mother
turns
from
nipples
to
powder
Ashamed
or
embarrassed
by
the
comments
around
her
And
as
I
hold
her
head
up
and
pull
my
cartie
across
And
she
sips
on
that
liquor
made
from
everyone's
God
I
think,
For
God's
sake,
Jesus
drank
it
So
did
Siddhartha,
Muhammad,
and
Moses
And
both
of
their
fathers
Ganesh,
and
Shiva
and
Brigit
and
Buddha
And
I'm
sure
they
weren't
doing
it
sniffing
on
piss
As
their
mothers
sat
embarrassed
sitting
on
cold
toilet
lids
In
a
country
of
billboards
covered
in
tits
In
a
country
of
low-cut
tops
cleavage
and
skin
In
a
country
of
clothed
bags
and
recycling
bins
And
as
I
desperately
try
to
take
all
of
this
in
I
hold
her
head
up,
I
can't
get
my
head
round
the
anger
Towards
us
and
not
to
the
sound
of
lorries
Off-loading
formula
milk
Into
countries
dripping
in
filth
In
towns
where
breasts
are
oases
of
life
Now
dried
up
in
two-for-one
offers
enticed
by
labels,
and
gold
standard
rights
Claiming
that
breast
milk
is
healthier,
powdered
and
white
Packaged
marketed
and
branded
and
sold
at
a
price
That
nothing
is
free
in
this
money-fueled
life
Which
is
fine
if
you
need
it
or
prefer
to
use
bottles
Where
water
is
clean
and
bacteria
boiled
But
in
towns
where
they
drown
in
pollution
and
sewage
Bottled
kids
die
and
they
know
that
they
do
it
In
towns
where
pennies
are
savored
like
sweets
We're
now
paying
for
one
thing
that's
always
been
free
In
towns
empty
of
hospital
beds,
babies
die,
Diarrhea-fueled,
that
breastmilk
would
end
So
no
more
will
I
sit
on
these
cold
toilet
lids
No
matter
how
embarrassed
I
feel
as
she
sips
Because
in
this
country
of
billboards,
covered
in
tits
I
think
we
should
try
to
get
used
to
this
1 In the Matrix
2 Cybernetic Tears
3 Embarrassed
4 Your Hero
5 The Journey
6 Gravity
7 White Universe
8 Time
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