I’m getting to old for this young man’s game, As soon as I settle people change. Sort yourself out please. Sort yourself out please.
So you come home And look around your room At your Superman comic collection. “Why can’t I fly?”, you say.
And you think about Where all of this is going. Why couldn’t you be a hero? Well being a hero’s easy in a way.
And your angry that You’ve only got two words That you ever type into google: ‘Free Porn’ and that’s it, nothing else.
And your so sick of Pathetically quitting smoking ‘Cause you’re scared it’ll dent your lifespan. Quicksand, that’s all smoking is, you can't help yourself
And your broke too ‘Cause you always waste your money, Like on that stupid mandolin Still sitting in the corner opposite me.
So you lay down On your bed and try to sleep, But you can’t even do that ’cause you’ve got this obsessive compulsive Thing where you pray for your family.
And you’re running Out of friends to lose, There’s something wrong with you boy, You make them leave, you’re harsh.
So give up and Give in to being human. How you gave in to smoking, How you loved that rollie in your mouth at last.
I’m getting to old for this young man’s game, As soon as I settle people change. Sort yourself out please. Sort yourself out please. Sort yourself out please. Sort yourself out please.
And you sit there With cups of piss in your bedroom ‘Cause you figure you’ll be gone soon So you don’t use the toilet anymore.
And your mother, She’s having a nervous breakdown And the fault is just yours, you call her names until she sleeps, “Goodnight mum you’re a whore”.
And you’re dreaming Of marrying Jessica whats-her-face. Well maybe you will and maybe you won’t But you’ve gotta deal with now, right now.
And your brother Yeah I can tell he hates you, ‘Cause even on his birthday You somehow managed to cause a row.
You treat the People that you meet just like you treat guitars: You use them, be nice to them, Then forget them like R.E.
And you’re so mad That when you leave the door, You turn into this other guy And without him you’re useless as can be.
Sort yourself out please.
I’m getting to old for this young man’s game, As soon as I settle people change. Sort yourself out please. Sort yourself out please. Sort yourself out please. Sort yourself out please.
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