Текст песни The Poet Laureate of Neverland (Mo Troper) с переводом

You’re only as old as the company you keep

You only feel tall because it’s such a low ceiling

Bottom feeder getting too big for its pond

If your nose were any higher you’d be smelling god

You did something once

But those days are through

Now you just twiddle your thumbs

Contemplating your next big move

You’ve got the head of a politician

And a sloth’s ambition

It’s just the no one understands

Glutton for sentiment

They’ll be sorry when you’re dead

You’re the poet laureate of neverland

You tried growing up but it just wasn’t for you

Practically drowning in the fountain of youth

You have everything that you could ever want

You don’t have to reminisce when you never move on

You did something once

But it took all your energy

Now you just twiddle your thumbs

And nurture one-sided rivalries

You’ve got the head of a politician

And a sloth’s ambition

It’s just that no one understands

Glutton for sentiment

They’ll be sorry when you’re dead

One day they’ll build a monument

To the poet laureate of neverland

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