I'm getting too old for this young man's game
as soon as I settle people change.
Sort yourself out, please!
Sort yourself out, please!
So you come home and look around your room,
your Superman comic collection.
"Why can't I fly", you say, and you
think about where all of this is going,
why couldn't you be a hero.
But bein' a hero is easy, in a way.
And you're angry that you only got two words
that you ever type into google.
"Free porn", and that's it, nothing else.
And you're so sick of pathetically **** smoking
***
But you can't help yourself.
And you're broke, too, because you always waste your 
money,
like on that stupid mandoline, still sitting in the 
corner opposite me
So you lay down and you better try to sleep
but you can't even do that, because you got some 
obsessive compulsive thing where you pray for your 
family.
And you're running all your friends to lose,
there's something wrong with you boy,
you make them leave, harsh.
So give up and give in to bein' human,
like you gave in to smoking,
how you love that rolli in your mouth at last.
I'm getting too old for this young man's game
as soon as I settle people change.
Sort yourself out, please!
Sort yourself out, please!
Sort yourself out, please!
Sort yourself out, please!
And you sit there with cups of piss in your bedroom,
'cause you figure you'll be gone soon,
so you don't use the toilet anymore.
And your mother she's having a nervous breakdown
****
you call her names until she sleeps
"good night mummie" ***
Well maybe you will, or maybe you won't
but you gotta deal with it now, right now.
And your brother, yeah I can tell he hates you,
'cause even on his birthday, you somehow managed to 
cause a row.
*****
Sort yourself out, please!
I'm getting too old for this young man's game
as soon as I settle people change.
Sort yourself out, please!
Sort yourself out, please!
Sort yourself out, please!
Sort yourself out, please!