Mr. Hawking lyrics

Dreamer in your chair Plain but curiously stare To the vast unknown But to you, you see the cosmos as home Falling down a flight of stairs Diagnosis life's not fair Mr hawking Spent a lifetime unlucky Every door you've knocking on What a chore, what a bore To know everything Aren't you lonely mr hawking When you're dated jane Did you hope the war would end You're both the same But the bomb never dropped And your illness followed through and steady plot Waking up with nothing left Praying for the final breath Mr hawking Spent a lifetime unlucky Every door you've knocking on What a chore, what a bore To know everything Aren't you lonely mr hawking Employ your mind to fight the paralytic hell With all your might think up the cure to make you well And if you cant , and if you cant You're just a man who cant heal thyself Mr hawking Spent a lifetime unlucky Every door you've knocking on What a chore, what a bore To know everything Aren't you lonely mr hawking