Black Sheep

How can he tell what's real?
When he's not sure how to feel
Devoid of joy
He was never like the other boys
Despite the practices that he employed
He is his father's son
Oh, his world ways a ton
A glass half full
Is enough to keep you cool
When you see through the eyes of a fool
A dance with the devil
And a chance to tell the tail
Prescriptions from physicians
Will keep him on the rail
A worthless piece of shrapnel
I'm on the murder of crows
Keeping his enemies close
Row, row, row your boat
Into the sea of dreams
Choking on the bones
Of civility
Medicate reality
Life is but a dream
Wash down the pills
Though they give him the chills
A faded reminder
A stagnating cider
Sitting alone in his ro-o-o-oom
Back on the wall
Fixed after all
Had a great fall
Dancing with the devil
Then he lived to tell the tail
Prescriptions from physicians
But he lived to tell the tale
A worthless piece of shrapnel
In a murder of crows
Keeping his enemies close
Row, row, row your boat
Into the sea of dreams
Choking on the bones
Of civility
Medicate reality
Life is but a dream
Back on the wall
Fixed after all
Had a great fall



Credits
Writer(s): Ciaran Scanlon, Paul Howells, Jake Greenway, Benji Inkley, Tim Malkin
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