Текст: Meryn Cadell. Angel Food For Thought. Inventory.

That was given to me, stole that from my family
That was given to me, I bought that,
I bought that and I bought that.
I bought that, that was given to me
stole that from my family
I bought that and bought that;
that was given to me
Stole that from my family,
that was stolen from me.
I?m labelling the stuff I got
Figuring what I?ve lost
I?m looking into boxes trying to see myself
Everything was close together when I woke up today.
I bought that, that was given to me, stole that from my family
That was given to me, I bought that, and that
That was given to me,
stole that from my family
The welcome mat destroyed by the cat
that I let in one day.
It could not settle down, so I had to let it go
This house isn?t mine and that I know
the truth coming out of the melting snow
of the lawn of the previous owner
Oh!
It?s in the way the windows close to greet me when it rains
That was given to me, stole that from my family
That was given to me, I bought that,
I bought that and I bought that.
I bought that, that was given to me
stole that from my family
I bought that and bought that;
that was given to me
Stole that from my family,
that was stolen from me