The Sense of Hurt
Lo-fi folk-punk, raw acoustic guitars, stomping rhythm, raspy female vocals, throat fry, anthemic, teenybopper. drunk, slurry, angry, bitter, minor key, britpop
The Sense of Hurt
Lo-fi folk-punk, raw acoustic guitars, stomping rhythm, raspy female vocals, throat fry, anthemic, teenybopper. drunk, slurry, angry, bitter, minor key, britpop
Lyrics
Verse
I think I've proven myself worthy
Time and time again
But amongst scumbags who play dirty
You will not find a friend
Under-rated, belittled and scorned
I'm getting used to the shame
It seems I'm here just the room to adorn
Not for professional acclaim
Chorus
Imagine your name being dragged through the dirt
And you might understand the sense of hurt
The sense of hurt
The sense of hurt
The sense of hurt
Verse
Stick your assumptions up your ass
You know nothing about me
And don’t dare call me sweet or lass
I find it defamatory
Did it ever occur to you I might know
More about something than you?
Mansplain all you want but that’s how it goes
We both know it to be true
Chorus
Imagine your name being dragged through the dirt
And you might understand the sense of hurt
The sense of hurt
The sense of hurt
The sense of hurt
Bridge
I won’t stay silent, I won’t stay small
I’ve learned to rise each time I fall
I defy norms and re-write my fate
Sexist ideas must disintegrate
Chorus
Imagine your name being dragged through the dirt
And you might understand the sense of hurt
The sense of hurt
The sense of hurt
The sense of hurt
End