Harry - Medison

Little Harry…

'Aggy Little 'Arry…

Ha, Ha, Ha, Ha…

First of all must go

Your scent upon my pillow

And then I say good-bye

To your whispers in my dreams

And then our lips will part, (Nah…)

In my mind and in my heart

Cause your kiss

Went deeper than my skin

Ey what now?

Yo, listen up bra…

Lemme tell you 'bout Harry

Harry was the only be in school

With his jeans baggy, hair nappy, teared khaki’s

He used to skateboard and smoke baccy

Girls used to say: Why is Harry so unhappy?

But he weren’t unhappy, he was just Harry

Happy to chill and smoke weed in an alley

In a bally 'Arry told his friends he’d never marry

No girls ever connect with him

They never seem interested, they never interested him

And all the girls in the school were so stuck up

So caught up in material, it’s fucked up

He said one night, that he would search the world’s end

To find a down to earth, intelligent girlfriend

Next day, he was in the library, in Highberry

Checking out the X-men comics

When his eyes done meet the most beautiful woman that he could ever dream of

All he had to do was just speak to her

Wow, her name was Misha, she was reading Nietzsche

He said: my name is Harry but people call me Easy

And nice to meet you

He couldn’t believe fate would play his cards like this

He would find a girl so quick who had a heart like this

He fell head over the heels for Misha

All the other girls seemed 2D, she was 3D

So much deeper, Jesus, she seemed so perfect

Life turned beautiful, suddenly seeming worth it

Misha said she worked with children

Just turned nineteen, the older women got Harry turning decent

They linked up a couple times after

Her kiss was like a gift in a myth

And amidst the laughter she said: You’d be a great father

What?

This was getting deep, plus it would soon get harder

As her face turned serious she said:

I lied to mask up, the fact I don’t work with kids

I’m an erotic dancer

Poor 'Arry…

What’s he gonna do now?

Met the love of his life and found out she’s a stripper

The chosen tribulations of a young man

Thinking what do I do

She’s like the virgin Mary working as a prostitute

What would you do if she was sweeter than the rest?

Deeper than the rest, but made a living off her breasts?

She said: Don’t hate me, cause I already hate myself

He said: I can’t hate you, I love you, but fucking hell!

How am I supposed to sleep at night?

Knowing that you’re out there skinning poles for leaching guys?

That’s for me, she said

Harry, you gotta go work it out

I’ve gotta go working now, got to accept it.

Its work you know…

Poor Harry, he was just a good guy

Even though he loved her, he knew had to say goodbye

Hi Harry, it’s me, Misha

Please don’t be mad at me, can’t you please pick up the phone?

It’s just a job, I don’t understand why you just… why you just can’t get it?

Harry lived out his life in non-existence

Tried to find another Misha, but no one’s competition

Once you find love and lost love, you don’t feel anything

Nothing but some old blood

So he got a rope, and on a piece of paper wrote:

«I can’t cope on my own.»

And cried as he put the rope around his throat

And no one even heard the yelp

As he kicked the stool from underneath and murked himself

(Gagging noises)