The Cribs Follow

Give him what he needs
Let him see what he sees
Let me feel how he feels
Leave him out to sea

It's alright by me
Let him stay in bed
Until he is fed up

You know he can't go on
His life has felt so long
Already to go, you know
He's so lonely

Sick to the teeth
Drunk on belief
Meaning to clean
But armed with disease

I'll surmise for free
The boy who feels kept
Could be out of his depth

But you know he can't go on
His life has felt so long
Already he's old, yes, you know
He's so lonely

What became of him?
Less than you could
Ever imagine

Sick to the teeth
Drunk on belief
Meaning to clean

I'll surmise for free
That the boy who feels kept
Could be out of his depth

But you know he can't go on
With a life that feels so wrong
Already he's old, yes, you know
He's so lonely

Give him what he needs
Let him see what he sees
Let him feel how he's gonna feel
Leave him out to sea

It's alright by me
Let him stay in bed
Until he is fed up

You know he can't go on
Yeah, his life has felt so long
He's ready but, oh
His soul is so lonely

Stick to your guns
Stick to your guns

He's ready but, oh
His soul, oh
His soul is so lonely

Stick to your guns

Give him what he needs
Let him see what he sees
Let me feel how he feels