ritalin

ruby fields

she works at a chemist

a bit of a pessimist

gets yelled at by old russian men

paid ten bucks an hour

some bloke just bought her flowers

that comes in every week for his ritalin

the lonely chick who grabs a parma and a vic bitty with her father

at the local

there's some shitty cover band

no interest in nightclubs

the vinyl room's all i've got

and she only goes with the loyal hot dog stand

doesn't it suck growin' up?

doesn't she know it?

doesn't it suck growin' up?

doesn't she know it?

chronic masturbator

yeah

her parents fuckin' hate her

been like that since the age of ten

acting cool

barely eighteen

and at school she only daydreams

of pwning runescape noobs in her bed

gets along with old folks much

better than the young blokes

try so hard to keep her cool-headed cover

scared of writing songs that everyone can rip on

and the boo-arse you call her brother

doesn't it suck growin' up?

doesn't she know it?

doesn't it suck growin' up?

doesn't she know it?

holdin' a kid

you'll be sweet by the end of the-

holdin' a kid

you'll be sweet

holdin' a kid

you'll be sweet by the end of it

holdin' a kid

you'll be sweet