The Boy (chapter 1) Songtext
The boy he doesn't like this time of day
The phone it rings for him to feed his prey
He knows no other way than a sugar man and he's tired
Scared by all the things he's seen and done
Mommy was a troll, daddy on the run
No one to teach him to share
Nobody there
So he could feel some love, not a push on a shove
As a kid he lay there shakin' in his room up above
The phone it rings for him to feed his prey
He knows no other way than a sugar man and he's tired
Scared by all the things he's seen and done
Mommy was a troll, daddy on the run
No one to teach him to share
Nobody there
So he could feel some love, not a push on a shove
As a kid he lay there shakin' in his room up above
Thinkin' why is my life so strange
Lyin' there wishin' that his world could change
And then he answers the phone cause it keeps on ringin'
Someone tells him where to go and what to bring in
A backstreet rave that smells proper mingin'
With all these cosy students
Singin' that song won't be long till his bills need payin'
His eyes are heavy and his hair's grayin'
Tries his own supply and makes his day all dayin'
And now the DJ's playin' a fuckin' song
He gives himself some more affection
Prepares to lose his direction of right and wrong
The boy he doesn't like this time of night
He's dizzy and his pocket's feelin' light
As the old pill finds a sugar mine
And he's tired, tired of feelin' like he's chokin'
And all the weed he's smokin' in his shed If only in his head so when he goes to bed
The boy can feel some love, not a push on a shove
All those years layin' shakin' in his room up above
Thinkin' why is my life so strange
Lyin' there wishin' that his world could change
And then he answers the phone cause it keeps on ringin'
Someone tells him where to go and what to bring in
A backstreet rave that smells proper mingin'
With all these cosy students
Singin' that song won't be long till his bills need payin'
His eyes are heavy and his hair's grayin'
Tries his own supply and makes his day all dayin'
And still the DJ's playin' a fuckin' song
He gives himself some more affection
Failed to lose his direction of right and wrong
He answers the phone cause it keeps on ringin'
Someone tells him where to go and what to bring in
A backstreet rave that smells proper mingin'
With all these cosy students
Singin' that song won't be long till his bills need payin'
His eyes are heavy and his hair's grayin' (And he needs to feel strong)
Tries his own supply and makes his day all dayin'
But still the DJ's playin' a fuckin' songs
He answers the phone cause it keeps on ringin'
Someone tells him where to go and what to bring in
He gives himself some more affection
Cause no one's ever shown him a way to be strong
Lyin' there wishin' that his world could change
And then he answers the phone cause it keeps on ringin'
Someone tells him where to go and what to bring in
A backstreet rave that smells proper mingin'
With all these cosy students
Singin' that song won't be long till his bills need payin'
His eyes are heavy and his hair's grayin'
Tries his own supply and makes his day all dayin'
And now the DJ's playin' a fuckin' song
He gives himself some more affection
Prepares to lose his direction of right and wrong
The boy he doesn't like this time of night
He's dizzy and his pocket's feelin' light
As the old pill finds a sugar mine
And he's tired, tired of feelin' like he's chokin'
And all the weed he's smokin' in his shed If only in his head so when he goes to bed
The boy can feel some love, not a push on a shove
All those years layin' shakin' in his room up above
Thinkin' why is my life so strange
Lyin' there wishin' that his world could change
And then he answers the phone cause it keeps on ringin'
Someone tells him where to go and what to bring in
A backstreet rave that smells proper mingin'
With all these cosy students
Singin' that song won't be long till his bills need payin'
His eyes are heavy and his hair's grayin'
Tries his own supply and makes his day all dayin'
And still the DJ's playin' a fuckin' song
He gives himself some more affection
Failed to lose his direction of right and wrong
He answers the phone cause it keeps on ringin'
Someone tells him where to go and what to bring in
A backstreet rave that smells proper mingin'
With all these cosy students
Singin' that song won't be long till his bills need payin'
His eyes are heavy and his hair's grayin' (And he needs to feel strong)
Tries his own supply and makes his day all dayin'
But still the DJ's playin' a fuckin' songs
He answers the phone cause it keeps on ringin'
Someone tells him where to go and what to bring in
He gives himself some more affection
Cause no one's ever shown him a way to be strong
