We've gone wrong

He's not scared, he's not scared.
Dye's his hair, like he just don't care.
She can't swim, she can't swim.
She don't mind, if he wears a dress.

He's gonna' drown, he's gonna' drown.
He's going down, 'coz he sleeps around.

Daddy's cool, daddy's so cool.
'Coz daddy likes boys, and mummy likes girls.
Their a perfect match, their a perfect match.
They trade stories, about their wonderful life's.

Hand in hand, hand in hand.
Walked across the sand and they swam away.

We've gone wrong.
We've gone wrong.
We've gone wrong.
We've gone wrong.
We've gone wrong.
We've gone wrong.
We've gone wrong.
We've gone wrong.