Stick to Yr Guns

Give him what he needs Let him see what he sees Let him feel how he feels Leave him out to sea It's alright by me Let him stay in bed Until he is fed up You know he can't go on His life has felt so long Already to go You know He's so lonely Sick to the teeth Drunk on belief Meaning to clean But armed with disease I'll surmise for free The boy who feels kept Could be out of his depth But you know he can't go on His life has felt so long Already he's old Yes you know He's so lonely "What became of him?" "Less than you could ever imagine..." Sick to the teeth Drunk on belief Meaning to clean But armed with disease I'll surmise for free That the boy who feels kept Could be out of his depth But you know he can't go on With a life that feels so wrong Already he's old Yes you know He's so lonely Give him what he needs Let him see what he sees Let him feel how he's gonna feel Leave him out to sea It's alright by me Let him stay in bed Until he is fed up You know he can't go on Yes his life has felt so long He's ready, but oh His soul is so lonely Stick to your guns Stick to your guns He's ready, but oh His soul His soul is so lonely Stick to your guns