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
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