Unspent Youth Blues (Sung Version)

Childhood’s like a tax
You spend and spend till you’re all out
O’ the doors that open when your off the books
But they cut your payments short
Bleed you dry for every penny you owned
Now that debt follows you like a bad musk

You just want what any child would

Sandwhiched between love and attention
As you dig into the sunday roast
But nothing could be further from your reach
Yet the search never ends
No matter how many years go by
You just want what any child would
Yeah, you just want what any good kid do’

The shoulder slide at the bar
Your just looking for it
The wig wam on the dancefloor
Your just looking for it
The 20 questions out in smokers
Your just looking for it
The joint taxi ride home
Your just looking for it
Puppy dog eyes between their thighs
Your just looking for it
Fucking them untill the sun rise
Your just looking for it
You just want what any child would
Yeah, you just want what any good kid do’

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You Have To Want To Help, Therein Lies The Problem; You Don’t

I bid them adieu
I say sayonara, au revoir
As everyone who kept close
Starts to board for smoother seas
They’ve grown so tired of my shit
They don’t have to say
Especially in the current climate
Where I take a look away as a stab in the back

It’s always a bad prophecy
Like a siern’s perish song
Any resemblance of affection
Always destined to change
Under the blood moon’s ray
Into venomous slurs and bile

I see your attention fading
A sure-fire sign
I know it’s gonna sting
So why prolong it?
I always bombard you with tragedy
Your loved ones put a price on my head
Objectively I make your life worse
So why not rip the band-aid early?
So you can avoid any guilt
I’ll just get it over with and tell you to fuck off

There’s no prayer that can save me now
I’m too deep into it now
Drop the flash grenade
And head for the hills
Cos once your marked
It’s impossible to wash it away
And it can only end in tears
Unless you really can save me
Keep an ear out for my cries
Douse the fire in my soul
But I know you’re all the same
If it’s not an obligation to domestic misery
It’s the flipside: a full-time infatuation sceptical
A much better use of your time
Then to be used on a lost soul like me
So don’t get my hopes up, stay away from me

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