Testo Beautiful Scum

Always on the run
Your one and only son
Too smart just to tag along
Too dumb to be of use

So you send money every day
A clichéd dream just doesn't pay
And no matter how hard I play Neverland never seemed so far away

Always chasing cars
And a better life on Mars
Reaching for the stars
While counting every bruise

A self made Peter Pan
Burdened by the shadow of a man
More a hook each passing day
As I claw my way
With a pencil blade

You've got to grow up / Oh no
You send money every day
Because I never got it made
And no matter how hard I play
Neverland never seemed so far away