Mr. Hawking

Dreamer in your chair

Plain but curiously stare

To the vast unknown

But to you, you see the cosmos as home

Falling down a flight of stairs

Diagnosis life's not fair

Mr hawking

Spent a lifetime unlucky

Every door you've knocking on

What a chore, what a bore

To know everything

Aren't you lonely mr hawking

When you're dated jane

Did you hope the war would end

You're both the same

But the bomb never dropped

And your illness followed through and steady plot

Waking up with nothing left

Praying for the final breath

Mr hawking

Spent a lifetime unlucky

Every door you've knocking on

What a chore, what a bore

To know everything

Aren't you lonely mr hawking

Employ your mind to fight the paralytic hell

With all your might think up the cure to make you well

And if you cant , and if you cant

You're just a man who cant heal thyself

Mr hawking

Spent a lifetime unlucky

Every door you've knocking on

What a chore, what a bore

To know everything

Aren't you lonely mr hawking