Peter Walsh - Biography Of A First Son lyrics

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!"