154. Timmy

Daydream, Daydream
Timmy can you hear me now?
Shine on, on, Shine on, on
Timmy can you hear me now?

The dreams that we hold are so sub-versed
I'll rotate the change around my purse
To forgive a better life
Of someone who never wanted me any more.
My father's mother was such a bitched up whore.

Day dream the world shall collapse
I have relapsed
In my drug soaked hallowed days.

Daydream, Daydream
Timmy can you hear me now?
Shine on, on, Shine on, on
Timmy can you hear me now?

Can you feel me any more?
It's your holiday and you are such a bore.
Stick a kite up your arse and you are still a chore.
Timmy can't you feel my fist there any more?

Daydream the life of a prepubescent child
The tactics I take are still oh so very mild.
Lay your love like I'm living in denile.

Daydream, Daydream
Timmy can you hear me now?
Shine on, on, Shine on, on
Timmy can you hear me now?
Timmy is the god forgiven son of a gun
Live your life, I'm still an unforgiven son.
Fuck you and your almost right attitude.
I'll never forgive your ineptitude.

Forgive, Forgive;
Why don't you forgive me any more?
You were a beast, you never heard me any more.
You never felt my skin, your mentality was such a chore.
Your deafness provoked such a bore.
Timmy, Timmy;
You never will live the life of love.
Timmy, Timmy;
You were my final gift from up above.