A madness began to stir in me
It came from the hearth of my gut,
My neolithic mind became engulfed by half truths,
Oh I felt I was inflamed no I could not even breathe
Anxiety the parasite it robbed me,
Left me marooned on an island on a motorway roundabout
I slept with the cold a soggy copy of Lolita by my head,
Plastic bags and indifference for a bed.
Gaelic legends came carrying a canvas inspiration,
Gave birth to a sadness who in petrolled rags and porcelain shawls
Consumed the carnage on my western front
Big Boys Must Cry,
All big boys must cry,
Big boys must cry,
Tell your father tell your brother tell your grandad.
The pendulums began to swing again.
Their queuing up, tell your friends, tell your friends,
Roll up roll up get a good look
I became used to the idea of being well again
Speaking the language of my own soul
With cupped hands I drank from the pool of reflection
If happiness is growth then these must be growing pains,
In the silent shade of thought I spoke your name again.
I lit a fire with your old thesaurus.
I got two buses to learn a verse and a chorus
From a sick kid in his mother's kitchen
Who said the answers exist in plain sight
Earn you death by living an outrageous life
Big Boys Must Cry,
All big boys must cry
Big boys must cry,
Tell your father tell your brother tell your grandad.
The pendulums began to swing again.
Their queuing up, tell your friends, tell your friends