Spare a
poor thought for a lonely boy
That blocked up all his fire escapes
A man, not a mouse,
just his mother's joy
Generally regard as sick
Phobic, strobic, you don't need to ask it
He failed all the basic tests
Guilty, what a crime,
he forgot his dreams
After all this time, he confessed
Said I wanna stand on the shore
And the tide just washes over how I feel
So now you think that you heard it before
But you gotta give me
something real
Crammed with cars and tiny lawn
Triggered by the stars on Sunday
I don't speak but my diary warns
I'm gonna start a riot someday
Life walks by and I live in a dream
Starving in my own nightmares
I really don't know
what I'm working for
I'll get mine and they'll get theirs
I wanna stand on a shore
with a sergeant
While she's over at a funeral
So now you think that you heard it before
But you gotta give me something real
Now I wanna stand on a shore
where the tide just washes over
how I feel here
So now you think that you heard it before,
but you gotta give me something real
Yeah, I wanna stand on the shore
where the tide just washes over
how I feel and imagine
Now that you think that
you heard it before,
well, you gotta give me something real,
look boy, yeah,
yeah
You