The Boy (Chapter 1)

The boy, he doesn't like this time of day
The phone, it rings for him to feed his prey
He knows no other way, than a sugar man and he's tired
He's scared by all the things he's seen and done
Mummy was a drunk, daddy on the run
No one to teach him to share, nobody there so he could
Feel some love, not a push or shove
As a kid, he'd lay there shakin' in his room up above
Thinking, "Why's my life so strange?"
Lyin' there wishin' that his world could change
And then he answers the phone 'cause it keeps on ringin'
Someone tells him where to go and what to bring him
A backstreet rave that smells proper mingin'
With all these cosy students, singin' that song
Won't be long till his bills need payin'
His eyes are heavy and his hair's greyin'
Tries his own supply, he mixes day out, day in
And now the DJ's playin' that fucking song
(La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la, la)
He gives himself some more affection
And further loses direction of right and wrong
The boy, he doesn't like this time of night
He's dizzy and his pocket's feelin' light
It's the uphill fight of the sugar man and he's tired
Tired of feelin' like he's chokin'
And all the weed he's smokin' in his shed
If only in his head so when he goes to bed, the boy can
Feel some love, not a push or shove
All those years layin' shakin' in his room up above
Thinking, "Why's my life so strange?"
Lyin' there wishin' that his world could change
And then he answers the phone 'cause it keeps on ringin'
Someone tells him where to go and what to bring him
A backstreet rave that smells proper mingin'
With all these cosy students, singin' that song
Won't be long till his bills need payin'
His eyes are heavy and his hair's greyin'
Tries his own supply, he mixes day out, day in
And still, the DJ's playin' that fucking song
La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la, la
(And before long)
He gives himself some more affection
And further loses direction of right and wrong
Answers the phone 'cause it keeps on ringin'
(And before long)
Someone tells him where to go and what to bring him
(How he needs to feel strong)
A backstreet rave that smells proper mingin'
With all these cosy students, singin' that song
Won't be long till his bills need payin' (and before long)
His eyes are heavy and and his hair's greyin'
(How he needs to feel strong)
Tries his own supply, he mixes day out, day in
But still the DJ's playin' that fucking song
Answers the phone 'cause it keeps on ringin' (and before long)
Someone tells him where to go and what to bring him
(Like he feels so wrong)
He gives himself some more affection
'Cause no one's ever showed him a way to be strong