Testo Mr. Misery

Testo Mr. Misery

His one mean Mother eye's as bad as hell Born with one reason His soul to sell Just sitting on his bar stool His bottle by his side Talking to his shadow crying for reply Others they just let him be Wasn't known to complain Not even say a word or give a sigh the big man was insane His reputation he tried to forget His past couldn't leave him be Calling him by his name Locking out the misery Looking towards the future Hating what he sees Selling out on his best friend Causing grief pain more misery No one dared to look him twice Scared to ask his name Filling up on past memories Travelling into shame Few knew his reason why Them few were dead and gone Mr. Misery by name Mr. Misery no Patience Mr. Misery so Tough Mr. Misery so Bad Mr. Misery so Cold Mr. Misery Soul Sold Mr. Misery Just let him be------- Just leave him be.
Testi Gary Gormley