Will you ever listen to the words I've written And decode the message that is bearly hidden If you never drew a well you still make quite the antagonist People often talk to me about you Every single one with an axe to grind People like to see if i care I think Oh, the boy with all the shiny toys With all the shiny toys With all the shiny toys I was five and you were five and a half We cut about and we would have a laugh But I swear this meander had faded past our verge And now you are so far away Your brother never liked me, I was strangely fond of him Blackened my left eye on an odd sadistic whim Apples falling close to trees Rotting at the core Oh, the boy with all the shiny toys With all the shiny toys With all the shiny toys Oh, the boy with all the shiny toys With all the shiny toys With all the shiny toys As I've grown older I've grown more considerate You was all material graces, still misfortunate At the mercy of a God, his test you aren't aware You're failing miserably Oh, the boy with all the shiny toys With all the shiny toys With all the shiny toys Oh, the boy with all the shiny toys With all the shiny toys With all the shiny toys