Aching For Living

A portrait of the cynic as a young man Holds a mirror to my old man Proudly swinging in the basement Broke his neck to spite his face William, can you hear me crying From all of your mother's lying? Year after year in fear Sinking in my chair and aching Aching, aching for living now Aching for living now Standing on a beach In a poorly fitted scarf Staring vaguely to the lens Thinking vaguely of a friend Swimming in the blue With her nipples showing through The tight white merchandise Proud upon the chest from which she's aching Aching, aching for living now Aching for living now I've got to get away This is the town I fell in love in The town where once upon a time My family was something Not a single landlord wants me A stain upon their property Viewing after viewing while I'm aching While I'm aching Aching, aching for living now While I'm aching for living now Aching for living now Aching for living now Aching for living now Aching for living now