He had a misanthrope for a dad Who crushed any hope he might have had When he was just a boy Clothed in a cloak of bitterness He wandered through the wilderness in search of something to destroy Like Icarus, he flew too close to the sun To the sun I can understand why someone can go over to the dark side 'Cause the devil, he's got all the tunes And someone once said if you're not living on the edge, Then you are taking up too much room Like Icarus, he flew too close to the sun I know he fell But for a while there, he must have had some fun Yeah, he must have had some fun Yeah, he must have had some fun In a world of such confusion, contradiction, and delusion, We all can have a heavy heart A certain symbiosis, paranoia, feeds psychosis It can cause a man to fall apart Like Icarus, he flew too close to the sun I know he fell down, But I know that he is not the only one No, he's not the only one If you don't shoot, Then you don't score I know that for sure I know that for sure If you don't shoot, Then you don't score I know that for sure I know that for sure He had a misanthrope for a dad Who crushed any hope he might have had When he was just a boy