Junior Dad

Would you come to me

If I was half drowning

An arm above the last wave

Would you come to me

Would you pull me up

Would the effort really hurt you

Is it unfair to ask you

To help pull me up

The window broke the silence of the matches

The smoke effortlessly floating

Pull me up

Would you be my lord and savior

Pull me up by my hair

Now would you kiss me, on my lips

Burning fever burning on my forehead

The brain that once was listening now

Shoots out its tiresome message

Won’t you pull me up

Scalding, my dead father

Has the motor and he’s driving towards

An island of lost souls

Sunny, a monkey then to monkey

I will teach you meanness, fear and blindness

No social redeeming kindness

Or – oh, state of grace

Would you pull me up

Would you drop the mental bullet

Would you pull me by the arm up

Would you still kiss my lips

Hiccup, the dream is over

Get the coffee, turn the lights on

Say hello to junior dad

The greatest disappointment

Age withered him and changed him

Into junior dad

Psychic savagery

The greatest disappointment

The greatest disappointment

Age withered him and changed him

Into junior dad