Shiny Toys - Declan Welsh and The Decadent West

And decode the message that is bearly hidden

If you never drew a well you still make quite the

Antagonist

People often talk to me about you

Every single one with an axe to grind

People like to see if i care

I think

Oh, the boy with all the shiny toys

With all the shiny toys

With all the shiny toys

I was five and you were five and a half

We cut about and we would have a laugh

But I swear this meander had faded past our verge

And now you are so far away

Your brother never liked me, I was strangely fond of him

Blackened my left eye on an odd sadistic whim

Apples falling close to trees

Rotting at the core

Oh, the boy with all the shiny toys

With all the shiny toys

With all the shiny toys

Oh, the boy with all the shiny toys

With all the shiny toys

With all the shiny toys

As I’ve grown older I’ve grown more considerate

You was all material graces, still misfortunate

At the mercy of a God, his test you aren’t aware

You’re failing miserably

Oh, the boy with all the shiny toys

With all the shiny toys

With all the shiny toys

Oh, the boy with all the shiny toys

With all the shiny toys

With all the shiny

Toys