Sort Yourself Out

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

At 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?

Well, being a hero’s easy in a way.

And you're angry that

You’ve 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 quitting smoking

‘cause you’re scared it’ll dent your lifespan.

Quicksand, that’s all smoking is,

You can't help yourself.

And you're broke too

‘cause you always waste your money,

Like on that stupid mandolin

Still sitting in the corner opposite me.

So you lay down

On your bed and try to sleep,

But you can’t even do that ’cause you’ve got

Some obsessive compulsive

Thing where you pray for your family.

And you’re running out of friends to lose,

There’s something wrong with you boy,

You make them leave, you’re harsh.

So give up and give in to being human.

Like you gave in to smoking,

How you loved that rollie in your mouth at last.

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.

Sort yourself out please.

Sort yourself out please.

And you sit there

With cups of piss in your bedroom

‘cause you figure you’ll be gone soon

So you don’t use the toilet anymore.

And your mother,

She’s having a nervous breakdown

And the fault is all just yours,

You call her names until she sleeps,

“goodnight mum you’re a whore”.

And you’re dreaming

Of marrying jessica whats-her-face.

Well maybe you will and maybe you won’t

But you’ve gotta deal with now, right now.

And your brother

Yeah i can tell he hates you,

‘cause even on his birthday

You somehow managed to cause a row.

You treat

The people that you meet

Just like you treat guitars:

You use them, be nice to them,

Then forget them like r.e.

And you’re so mad

That when you leave the door,

You turn into this other guy

And without him you’re useless as can be.

Sort yourself out please.

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.

Sort yourself out please.

Sort yourself out please.

Sort yourself out please.

(this is god. i'm stuck in a barrel.

I've been in here for 140 years.

Help me.)