Ashbury Heights - Beautiful Scum

Always on the run Your one and only son Too smart just to tag along Too dumb to be of use So you send money every day A clichéd dream just doesn't pay And no matter how hard I play Neverland never seemed so far away Always chasing cars And a better life on Mars Reaching for the stars While counting every bruise A self made Peter Pan Burdened by the shadow of a man More a hook each passing day As I claw my way With a pencil blade You've got to grow up / Oh no You send money every day Because I never got it made And no matter how hard I play Neverland never seemed so far away