He used to be a fox-faced child With all the ugly nicknames Rejection encouraged his hideous smile Now he's cultivating some of his own games Not enough just to be normal He needs something nobody has A secret war that makes him hard In a world that makes him mad No brakes on the train No handles on the slide Seesaw in his brain And there's a fat boy on the dark side His face will be seen In every magazine His name will be heard In every dying word He used to be a fox-faced child He knows too much of the dark side He will feast on immortality By swallowing your life Part of his fear of death is yours Part of it feels like mine We've been in his mouth shouting at God And begging for extension of life No brakes on the train No handles on the slide Seesaw in his brain And there's a fat boy on the dark side His face will be seen In every magazine His name will be heard In every dying word A man who is nameless Tomorrow he'll be famous And he'll burn his life Into the soft part of my brain ---Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
