We are not worthy to receive you, We are the daughters and the sons, We are the hand-me-down trousers, The blazers and blouses, And I have never owned, A belt a suitable fits, About our different hips, I've grown as big as I can be, As small as when you found me, Humming 'Bastards of Young' Blessed Mother what a mess, The broken ladder of success, Holy Mary what a mess, The broken ladder of success, They wrote a letter to your parents, They caught you kissing on the bus, But when they asked you said nothing, Those lines are not for crossing, The damage has been done, We are not worthy to receive you, We are the daughters and the sons, We are the second hand trousers, Blazers and blouses, Irredeemable ones.