Hump From Bending

...by The Hidden Cameras, may well be the best song ever written.

I've had it with the present laws of this awful state!
The bleeding heart suffers eternally.
And in the prudishness of my fumbling
Feel the impending hump from bending

Hump from bending, like a child born in spring

I'll feel it in the sweaty claws grappling with fate
Doddering, the aching wait
I feel it in the vertebrate and there it festers great
The growing gloom that precedes the pain

Hump from bending, like a child born in spring

I could take it to the government with a doleful face
I'll saunter in with a slothful grace
And maybe with my indolence, and your suffering
We'll grow a meaty hump to support the kids

Hump from bending, like a child born in spring

I woke up from this reverie of standing tall and great
I was fastened to the stretching plate
And in a helpless glance, well I had to say,
That that's what keeps me on the bend to break

Hump from bending, like a child born in spring
Growing a hump from bending like child born in spring