GENE THERAPY

©Kev Gray 2007 All Rights Reserved

 

The Loser from the bar, came by today

With his usual lack of charm

And his disdain

 

Did he ever wait, for a change of fate, or just take on it the chin

Did he have chance, to change his circumstance, or was it written in the genes

 

Who’s the loser on guitar? - He aims at me

Well fancy that, Ole Fancy Dan - he’s back again

 

Does his sad face, shed tears of pain, when no-one there to see

From an early age, hobbled in his cage, they threw away the key

 

Was he God`s great mistake or do I need him

To make my life seem so much better

Is that why God made him,

To make my pain seem all the lesser

Some form of therapy

 

And my rage turns to pity

When I thank my lucky stars it wasn’t me

But its too late; yes, its too late

For my fake sympathy

 

From the boozer to the bar and back again

With a bruiser by his side just in case

 

Does his sad face, shed tears of pain, when there`s no-one there to see

From an early age, crippled in his cage,

they threw away the key

 

Was he God`s great mistake or do I need him

To make my life seem so much better

Is that why God made him,

To make my pain seem all the lesser,

To stop my self-sympathy

 

And my rage turns to pity

When I thank the Lord it wasn’t me