Sam Fender – Seventeen Going Under (Audio, Lyrics, Video)

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Sam Fender Seventeen Going Under

Seventeen Going Under is the lead single from Sam Fender’s second album and describes the struggles he had at age 17.

The song was first performed on August 13th 2020 in Newcastle but debuted on July 7th 2021 on BBC’s Future Sounds with Annie Mac.

Before releasing the song, Sam Fender changed all his social medias back to what they looked like when he was 17, including his Instagram and his Twitter.

His website was also changed to show a countdown to the release of the song and the music video, the lyrics and a slideshow of old pictures of Sam.

Sam Fender – Seventeen Going Under (prod. Bramwell Bronte)

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Lyrics

[Verse 1]
I remember the sickness was forever
I remember snuff videos
Cold Septembers, the distances we covered
The fist fights on the beach
The Bizzies round us up
Do it all again next week
An embryonic love
The first time that it scarred
Embarrass yourself for someone
Cryin’ like a child
And the boy who kicked Tom’s head in
Still bugs me now
That’s the thing, it lingers
And claws you when you’re down

[Verse 2]
I was far too scared to hit him
But I would hit him in a heartbeat now
That’s the thing with anger, it begs to stick around
So it can fleece you of your beauty
And leave you spent with nowt to offer
Makes you hurt the ones who love you

[Chorus]
You hurt them like they’re nothin’ (Oh-ooh-oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh)
You hurt them like they’re nothin’ (Oh-ooh-oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh)
You hurt them like they’re nothin’ (Oh-ooh-oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh)

[Verse 3]
See, I spent my teens enraged, spirallin’ in silence
And I armed myself with a grin
‘Cause I was always the fuckin’ joker
Buried in their humour amongst the white noise and boys’ boys
Locker room talkin’ lads’ lads
Drenched in cheap drink and snide fags
A mirrored picture of my old man
Oh God, the kid’s a dab hand
Canny chanter, but he looks sad

[Chorus]
God, the kid looks so sad (Oh-ooh-oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh)
(Oh-ooh-oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh)

[Bridge]
She said the debt, the debt, the debt
So I thought about shifting gear
And how she wept and wept and wept
Well, luck came and died ’round here
I see my mother, the DWP see a number
She cries on the floor encumbered

[Chorus]
I’m seventeen goin’ under
I’m seventeen goin’ under (Oh-ooh-oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh)
I’m seventeen goin’ under (Oh-ooh-oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh)
I’m seventeen goin’ under (Oh-ooh-oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh)
I’m seventeen goin’ under