RAISED BY OWLS - I’m Sorry I Wore a Dying Fetus T-Shirt to Your Baby’s Gender Reveal Party

PRE-ORDER OUR NEW ALBUM HERE: Raised By Owls proudly presents the music video for ’Im Sorry I Wore a Dying Fetus T-Shirt to Your Baby’s Gender Reveal Party’ from our new album Vol.3: (The Satirical Verses). Available now on all good streaming platforms. Vol.3: (The Satirical Verses) will be released worldwide on Friday 3rd May 2024. All music written and performed by Raised By Owls Music video concept written by Sam Strachan (Raised By Owls) Video filmed and edited by Lee Deane (Raised By Owls). Linktree: Follow us on socials: Facebook: Instagram: TikTok: @raisedbyowls Twitter: @raisedbyowlsUK Album artwork by Dan Goldsworthy - We’d also like to give a huge thanks to the following people who helped make this video possible: Holly Lakin Corinne Lakin Amy Louise Arwen Fisher Sumi Celeste Jamie Greatorex Chris Richards and Stonebroom Community Animal Park Horace, Hamish, Dottie, and Donut (pigs) Shaggy and Scooby (goats) Random cow near Stonebroom (name unknown) Thomas Collings from Devastator for lending us his Goatwhore shirt. Barbara Frayn (Sam’s mum) Donate to the Stonebroom Community Animal Park here: share-sheet&utm_medium=email&utm_source=customer LYRICS: Forgive me for I know not what I’ve done I listen to slam and it’s made my brain dumb Trust me, this aint no sick, twisted joke Your nan saw the band name and started to choke But on the bright side it could’ve been so much worse It could have been my long sleeve of Butchered at Birth Oh yeah, this could have been so much worse It could have been the sweatshirt I bought from Aborted A sartorial faux pas A grave miscalculation of this party’s dress code Eyes like daggers are tearing through me I grabbed the first shirt I could find. I’m sorry I was lost Adrift in a sea of blackened garments Mindlessly reaching out into the darkness I was lost Adrift in a sea of blackened garments Then finally, I found one A shirt. From the wardrobe Forgive me for I know not what I’ve done If I would have realised, I wouldn’t have come Trust me, this was an honest mistake I’m awfully sad to have spoiled the charade But on the bright side it could’ve been so much worse It could have been my zip-up from Decrepit Birth Oh yeah, this could have been so much worse It could have been my tank top from Infant Annihilator I’m casting no aspersions But I feel like I’m a burden To this hollow act of vanity That’s driven by pure vacuity I’m trying to act amicably But the cynic deep within me screams That this is nothing more than some self-indulgent narcissism Subjected to revealing! What have we done to suffer this? Subjected to revealing! Nothing but egregious piss Hurry up and pop that balloon! Pop it!