Biography Of a First Son

There he goes losing fights in public
Cutting his hair with razors and talc
Too drunk to kiss starlight
But drunk enough to make a mistake
Biography
Of a first son
He ain't got no one on his side
Just this step-brother that he can't abide
He's a glorious lush
He's throwing up and missing the night bus
Biography
Of a first son
He sleeps to dream
He sleeps 'till a quarter past, twenty past
Half past three

Skating on paining
His hair is thinning
And now it's raining
Well, his dad called him sunny
He's laughing in the backseat
'cos he knows he's got no money
Biography
Of a first son

He said: "i don't need anyone... just someone
I don't need anything... just something
Just something!"