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