Junior Dad - Lou Reed, Metallica

Would you come to me if I was half drowning?

An arm above the last wave?

Would you come to me?

Would you pull me up?

Would the effort really hurt you?

Is it unfair to ask you, to help pull me up?

The window broke the silence of the matches

The smoke effortlessly floating

Pull me up

Would you be my lord and saviour, pull me up by my hair?

Now would you kiss me, on my lips?

Burning fever burning on my forehead

The brain that once was listening

Now shoots out its tiresome message

Won’t you pull me up?

Scalding, my dead father has the motor and he’s driving

Towards an island of lost souls

Sunny, a monkey then to monkey

I will teach you meanness, fear and blindness

No social redeeming kindness

Or — oh, state of grace

Would you pull me up?

Would you drop the mental bullet?

Would you pull me by the arm up?

Would you still kiss my lips?

Hiccup, the dream is over

Get the coffee, turn the lights on

Say hello to junior dad

The greatest disappointment

Age withered him and changed him

Into junior dad, psychic savagery

The greatest disappointment

The greatest disappointment

Age withered him and changed him

Into junior dad