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