Lyrics He Only Goes Out On Tuesdays - Cosmo Jarvis

He Only Goes Out On Tuesdays

He only goes out on tuesdays ‘cause there’s only two days
The world’s dead enough for him to show his face
'Cause he’s a disgrace to humanity
Sits back asks «why's the world so mad at me?»
He follows them silently, wickedly, savagely
«Their own fault», he says
«They never look back at me
Even keep track of me
Only forget me because of the lack of me.»
Could be my fault, could be mother’s
It could be because I was hit by my brothers
I’ve just never really been noticed by others
I think it dates back to when I was six
My daddy would whip me and teach me these tricks
That I’d do whenever his friends were around
Always on all fours, down on the ground
I did this until I was nine and a half
And the old corner shop was looking for staff
Not much of path, I know
But the wrath of my dad was unbearable
Yes everybody that coat was unwearable
Us paper children are certainly terrible
Sex with Satan seemed comparable
There I was
Nine years old, so damn cold
In a shack, with a dad who didn’t get old
Time went by, I couldn’t rely
On father time to kill this guy
He smoked a lot, but no lung cancer
(Yes friends, knives, they were the answer)
These are the thing that people do
These are the thing that people do
I’d like that job at the corner shop
I needed cash but first to stop
This mess, it’s not the way to be
They play with me
And now I think I’m drowning in depravity
Drowning in depravity
Drowning in depravity
Drowning in depravity
The old man left my collar on at bedtime
Chains around my feet
My bedtime stories
«Go to sleep you cunt!»
Were always short and sweet
After mother passed away
The house was sold in just three days
Dad began to search around to try and find a brand new place
In the woods is spooky
Or that’s the way it seemed
Dad looked at me said «Now
No-one has to hear you scream.»
The shack was just one room
With one black and white television
Even as a nine year-old
Suicide was my decision
Only way to leave this prison
Can’t cut your throat with your hands tied
Believe me I’ve tried
I failed and I cried
And I am now stuck inside
So, I live in an old, scrapped fridge
No light except sometimes the moon
Dad was funny that way
Said he wanted his own room
I tried to dream of something nice
Storybooks, nights, princes
I can’t sleep tonight though
'Cause of my collar and the neck it pinches
That’s it now, no more
Big war gonna be fought
Gonna pick myself up
And walk out that door
I hear freedom’s sweet call
But wait
I’m a nine-year-old chained to a wall
And when the shack gets black
Have to get back to sleep
Now weep, how sad I am
Have to kill daddy, that’s my plan
Have to kill daddy, that’s my plan
Have to kill daddy, that’s my plan
Have to kill daddy, that’s my plan
Have to kill daddy, that’s my plan
These are the thing that people do
These are the thing that people do
These are the thing that people do
These are the thing that people do
The body of nine-year-old 'Reese Jones' was found this morning after he was
murdered by strangulation.
His remains were discovered in what locals described
as a 'disused ranger shack' in the Upper Eastbourne County Forest.
Next of kin were informed at about noon.
Sam Jones, brother of Reese’s late
mother Lindsey Jones told Oakdale County Sheriff’s department upon receiving
news of the tragedy that Reese vanished into thin air almost three years ago
following his mother Lindsey’s unexpected death.
No suspects have yet been
identified due to a lack of physical evidence.
Reese’s grief stricken father
Neville Jones told us today:
«I can’t believe this has happened, he was my everything»