My daughter thinks I'm stupid
that I don't know my A,B,C...

This is a thing that I can't have
The delicacy for those eternal hosts...

An axe to grind I need
One blip of time for me...

Is there an angel on my shoulder?
One that's keeping me alive...

You can not hold it down
You do not have the strength...

This is not an ode to Freddy,
Though his words seem rather apt...

The clock hands move so slowly,
Every second feels like and hour...

Not often I get to let my hair down,
But then I ain't got much to touch...

As I traverse from west to east already I see your...
You still hide behind the Pennines...

And it goes a little something like this.
Dad I like girls...

Every scar I carry,
Reminds me of a war...

How are you feeling my friend?
For I see that you are bleeding...