Lyric

I’m unfit for fatherhood,
Having crouched inside
My childhood, for too long,

I am the lazy day man,
Quit it again in a month man,
The heavens are laughing man.           

Don’t presume to see in me,
The things I cannot see
You see, I’m congealing infancy.

There’s no happiness in constancy,
Incontinence is waiting see?
So leave me here to be
The thing you cannot see;
The devil in his deep blue sea.