Baby, stop crying, you've got to keep trying
Or else you'll never learn.
And nothing comes easy, and shortcuts are sleazy,
You'll just have to wait your turn.
I can't stop sneezing, my lungs always wheezing;
I am the bubble boy.
Sore tummy rebelling, but pot helps my belly:
Green medicational toy.
You've got to quit moaning, and get on with growing,
Put all your bad habits at bay.
The glory in dying, the outbreak of crying
That swept all my fears away.
Do you still wonder what roof I'm living under?
We ain't spoke in five years.
Things are so different, you can't trust in Cupid,
He shot me and fucked me up bad.
The photos and letters that make me feel sadder
Than when you release me.
So, Philip stop crying, you've got to keep trying,
Stay focused and easy.
You've got to quit moaning, and get on with growing,
Put all your bad habits at bay.
The glory in dying, the outbreak of crying
That swept all my fears away.
