Shanty of a Starboy

There once was a boy in a grown up world

As mother said to dance and to give it a whirl

While father said to write and to sing to the sky

Shanty of a star boy as the planets aline

(it's about time)

So he started writing music, feelings onto a song

Maybe one day he'll become famous if the script plays along

Got himself a producer to lend a hand or a leg

But he's out of the picture unlike mise-en-scene

As he spent countless nights, talking up to the moon

He does not have a voice but hell earn it very soon

So he kept on writing til he hearts contempt

Now he's walking on stages on the very edge

With a mic in his hand, in front of those faces

Lyrics became notes, now he's writing up pages

Getting so used to the words, so he's writing up phrases

From minimum wages to major stages

Spreads it all out for those who enjoy

Became from working for others into self employed

And things are looking up for our little star boy

As he thanked the moon and all of the stars rejoice

There once was a man inside of his own perfect and wonderful world

As mother said to keep on dancing untill the bag is secured

While father said to keep on going and show them what your worth

Oh look how bright, the stars alight with the moneys' left to burn

And as all great things just lead into another

Whenever there is sun, there's always thunder

Now he's flying too close, in the belly of the rubble

Boy falls down flat with a burst of a bubble

(and down he goes)

Until he swooped so steep, fell off from his peak

Now he's losing all his pennies and lost sight of his beliefs

As the world turns it back, as the skies grow dark

And beating way too hard on his fragile heart

With their torches lit and the pitchforks raised

Wondering if this pain will pass away some day

Looking at all the stats and all he sees is red

With the blues with the tweets, saying 'they want him dead'

But now the whole world looks at him like he's the enemy

Guilty till he's proven wrong, became the melody

Don't know how to cope so he is taking up the Hennessy

Alcoholic problems, but it's mixing with the remedy

As he's losing even more of what remains of the gains

But he's still recovering from the growing pains

Right below his eyes is where the scars remain

While the numbers are going lower driving him insane

There once was a husk who is running low on ammo

As mother said to hide away and live inside the shadows

While father said to run away and don't you turn your back dear

Oh, what remains of the brittle shell of a dead end career

But, well are they after me

They're coming after me

They're hurting down for me

Why's every soulin the world staring at me!?

Or maybe I'm too deep inside of my own thought

Flying in the spiderweb, where I have been caught

If I keep pushing these boundaries, pushing these daisies

Maybe I'll get paid or maybe they will strike me dead

Uh, uh

They will strike me dead, eh, Yeah? Yeah

Bloods' turning cold as they paint the town red

Story of a star boy, fallen from the sky

Don't believe their lies, yeah, they trynna jeopardise

Story of a star boy, fallen from the sky

Don't believe their lies, yeah, they trynna jeopardise, boy