Lyrics:
Week In July A Without The Bitter

may you roam, boy without a home its not your fault no one raised you to be loyal. its much better without you around. I dont want to even hear a sound

I set for you seems to have caught my leg instead You're a door-without-a-key, a field-without-a-fence You made a holy fool of me, and I've thanked

I set for you seems to have caught my leg instead! you're a door-without-a-key, a field-without-a-fence you made a holy fool of me and I've thanked