Kevins Cotton Wool Kids کے بول

Down on the street where kevin’s house stands you’ll never meet none of his soft pans- y kids there they’re nowhere to be seen. He’s keeps them locked indoors all day nobody knocks no more to play, with kevs kids coz hes got them hidden away. We get bullied on the bus too cowardly to discuss were kevin’s kids us Chorus we are, cry babies, they’re softies coz kevin we are, cotton wool kids, cotton wool kids, cotton wool kids, cotton wools kids, they’re sissys, coz what he’s wrapped them in. Comics and cds no chance when watching the tvs forbidden, he says blue- Peters too violent. He follows them to the bog and back a mollicoddling maniac, soft as crap cotton wool wrapped by kevin. We get bullied on the bus…