Every Good Boy Deserves Food

When I was just a little boy I’d watch a TV talent show
Where the grown ups poured their hearts out and was the only one to know
That only lucky legs are broken and maybe all the world’s a stage
Never show a gun on page one that you won’t fire by the end
They brought out a grinning monkey, his ukulele and a hat
And it seemed I was the only one who could see it for an act
My family were delirious
Tea was spilled and biscuits broke
But me I thought it mighty serious
The top of a steep slippery slope
We build a world inside our world to fill with our ideals
To reflect our faces in the water and show the souls we cannot feel
All that we should be escaping from
Hatred, wrath and tyranny
That in our ideal world we hold in such high esteem
These days I sadly seem to recognise
It’s only if your dreams came true
You’d really start to realise
How badly they reflect on you.
Now I look into the camera
Into a million glassy eyes
And I strum my ukulele
Through tears and jeers and compromise