He had a misanthrope for a dad,   who crushed any hope he might have had   when he was just a boy   Clothed in a cloak of bitterness,   He wandered through the wilderness   In search of something to destroy      Like Icarus he flew too close to the sun   To the sun      Well I can understand how someone can go over to the dark side,   cos the devil, he's got all the tunes   And somebody once said if you're not living on the edge   Then you are taking up too much room      Like Icarus he flew too close to the sun   I know he fell but for a while there,   he must have had some fun      In a world of such confusion, contradiction and delusion,   We all can have a heavy heart   It's a certain symbiosis, paranoia feeds psychosis   it can cause a man to fall apart      Like Icarus he flew too close to the sun   I know he fell down but i know that he is not the only one   No he's not the only one      If you don't shoot,    then you don't score,   I know that for sure      He had a misanthrope for a dad,   who crushed any hope he might have had   when he was just a boy