Sam Fender's 'Seventeen Going Under' is a poignant reflection on his challenges and emotional growth as a 17-year-old. The song dissects feelings of anger, frustration, and the suffocation of potential that comes with youth amidst personal and socio-economic struggles. Its raw portrayal of coming-of-age is set to a passionate rock backdrop, encapsulating a turbulent period in Fender's life and the broader anxieties of adolescence.
The song begins entrenched in retrospection, as Sam Fender recalls the perpetual 'sickness' of his environment and the cyclical violence of his youth. Fistfights and confrontations are painted as commonplace, setting a tone of aggression and turbulence. As the lyrics unfold, there's a profound sense of yearning and confusion, illuminated by the mention of 'embryonic love' and the scars it leaves—a metaphor for the calls of growing up, first loves, and the mishandling of delicate emotions.
This youthful sense of entrapment and anger spirals into adulthood, leaving a bitter trail of regret in its wake. Fender admits to fearing confrontation but also acknowledges a current readiness to engage—indicating growth, yet the kind fueled by unshaken anger. This reflection suggests a maturing self-awareness, recognizing the destructive nature of unchecked anger, and how it can lead someone to wrong the people who care about them the most.
Fender also captures the social pressure of masculinity ('boys' boys / locker room talkin' lads' lads'), where vulnerability is cloaked in humor as a survival mechanism. The chorus then becomes a chilling confession as he sings about accidentally inflicting pain on those around him while he, himself, is 'seventeen going under.' It's an admission of the weight he carries and the subconscious lashing out that accompanies his struggle to stay afloat.
The song crescendos into a heartfelt portrayal of despondency as Fender witnesses his mother's hardships and confronts the fiscal realities pressing down on his family ('She said the debt, the debt, the debt'). The bureaucratic view of people as numbers, rather than individuals with lives and stories, strikes a deep chord. As Fender repeats 'I'm seventeen going under,' the anthem-like chorus rings out not just a personal cry, but a resonant voice for many in similar circumstances, caught between adolescence and responsibilities.
"The Bizzies round us up"
In Liverpool dialect, 'the Bizzies' is a slang term for the police, depicting the artist's confrontations with law enforcement and the recurrent trouble he found himself in.
"I see my mother, the DWP see a number"
DWP stands for the Department for Work and Pensions in the UK, illustrating the dehumanizing experience of receiving government assistance and how individuals in need are often reduced to mere statistics.
"Drenched in cheap drink and snide fags"
'Fags' is a British term for cigarettes, painting a picture of a culture soaked in alcohol and smoke—an escape, but also a self-destructive pattern within his peer group.
"Embryonic love"
An 'embryonic love' symbolizes a nascent, undeveloped affection, reflecting the raw and often clumsy nature of teenage relationships and emotional experiences.