Sort Yourself Out by Cosmo Jarvis
I'm getting too old for this young man's game
as soon as I settle people change.
Sort yourself out, please!
Sort yourself out, please!
So you come home and look around your room,
your Superman comic collection.
"Why can't I fly", you say, and you
think about where all of this is going,
why couldn't you be a hero.
But bein' a hero is easy, in a way.
And you're angry that you only got two words
that you ever type into google.
"Free porn", and that's it, nothing else.
And you're so sick of pathetically **** smoking
***
But you can't help yourself.
And you're broke, too, because you always waste your
money,
like on that stupid mandoline, still sitting in the
corner opposite me
So you lay down and you better try to sleep
but you can't even do that, because you got some
obsessive compulsive thing where you pray for your
family.
And you're running all your friends to lose,
there's something wrong with you boy,
you make them leave, harsh.
So give up and give in to bein' human,
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