The Boy (Chapter 1)

歌詞

The boy he doesn't like this time of day The phone it rings for him to feed his pray He knows no other way than a sugar man and he's tired Scared by all the things he's seen and done Mummy was a drunk, daddy on the run No one to teach him to share, nobody there So he could feel some love, not a push or shove As a kid he'd lay there shaking in his room up above Thinking, "Why's my life so strange?" Lying there wishing that his world could change And then he answers the phone 'cause it keeps on ringing Someone tells him where to go and what to bring in A backstreet rave that smells proper minging With all these gozzy students singing that song Won't be long 'til his bills need paying His eyes are heavy and his hair's greying Tries his own supply he mixes day out day in And now the DJ's playing that fucking song La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la- la-la-la-la-la-la, la He gives himself some more affection And further loses direction of right and wrong The boy he doesn't like this time of night He's dizzy and his pocket's feeling light It's the uphill fight of a sugar man and he's tired Tired of feeling like he's choking And all the weed he's smoking in his shed If only in his head so when he goes to bed The boy can feel some love, not a push or shove All those years laying shaking in his room up above Thinking, "Why's my life so strange?" Lying there wishing that his world could change And then he answers the phone 'cause it keeps on ringing Someone tells him where to go and what to bring in A backstreet rave that smells proper minging With all these gozzy students singing that song Won't be long 'til his bills need paying His eyes are heavy and his hair's greying Tries his own supply he mixes day out day in And still the DJ's playing that fucking song La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la- la-la-la-la-la-la, la And before long he gives himself some more affection And further loses direction of right and wrong Answers the phone 'cause it keeps on ringing Someone tells him where to go and what to bring in A backstreet rave that smells proper minging With all these gozzy students singing that song Won't be long 'til his bills need paying His eyes are heavy and his hair's greying Tries his own supply he mixes day out day in And still the DJ's playing that fucking song La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la- la-la-la-la-la-la, la And before long he gives himself some more affection 'Cause no one's ever shown him a way to be strong