Help Songtext
von Vesuveo

This goes out to everyone that struggles in their youth
This one′s for you
This one's for you
I need help with this misery
I′m sinking real fast homey can't you see
I need help and it's plain to see
I′m suffering bad baby can′t you see
I need help with this misery
I'm sinking real fast homey can′t you see
I need help and it's plain to see
I′m suffering bad baby can't you see I need help


Little Johnny was a good boy always did his chores
A top cub scout taught himself to cook a s′mores
He loved baseball hated hours in the mall
Kicking it with his mommy rather be out playing ball
Sundays in the church with his family perched
While the priest is kicking a sermon Johnny's sweating his shirt
Anno domini how many children cry?
Cuz Johnny was an altar boy he picked up the vibe
See the priest was unfatherly treating him improperly
After Sunday school inviting Johnny back to his property
The deacon didn't want to do nothing about it
Cuz he′s a pedophile too he′s gonna hide it
So Johnny told his mom his mama told his dad
His daddy told him that he'd have to stop doing bad
He′s mad at the world had to cry himself to sleep
And now he's thinking suicide instead of counting sheep

I need help with this misery
But none of you folks will listen to me
I need help with this mystery
Why won′t these adults just listen to me?
I need help with this misery
But none of you folks will listen to me
I need help with this mystery
Cuz none of you folks will listen to me
I need help

That's what they all say
I need help
Cuz that′s what they all say


Years passed but he never did deal with it
Even his wife didn't know what he was dealing with
His fears multiplied cuz he wasn't real with it
And when his wife died man that′s what really did it
Three kids in the crib with the diapers
One below two above going hyper
But he′s a lifer so Johnny didn't sweat it
And even though he really needed help he didn′t get it
But he hit that bottle opened that throttle
Hoping he could numb it and the kids won't follow
So much sadness repressed in his heart space
And you can trace it on back to his birthplace
One day he came home drunk from his work place
He put his daughter out of order on the staircase
Sad case bad taste in her mouth
His four fingers heading straight down south
I need help!
A voice popped into his head
It′s said, "you better get some help or end up dead"
That's when his daughter grabbed the frying pan
That knocked him off his feet
And now she′s thinking homicide instead of counting sheep

I need help with this misery
But none of you folks will listen to me
I need help with this mystery
Why won't these adults just listen to me?
I need help with this misery
But none of you folks will listen to me
I need help with this mystery
Cuz none of you folks will listen to me
I need help
I need help

Now John's an old man got a rum in his hand
His head in the sky and his feet in the sand
And I′ll be damned if he ever did get help
And now he′s got no one to blame it on but himself
Too many years of neglect and abuse
Thinking about his life's like listening to the blues
He cocked his head back and took another swig
Still reeling from the feeling of the guilt for what he did
He hasn′t seen his daughter since she crossed over the border
And he hasn't seen his son since he broke the court order
He knew today was his last day alive
He knew today was his last day to cry

I need help with this misery
But none of you folks will listen to me
I need help with this mystery
Why won′t these adults just listen to me?
I need help with this misery
But none of you folks will listen to me
I need help with this mystery
Cuz none of you folks will listen to me
I need help

This type of thing happens every day
Instead of dealing with it people take it to the grave
So they perpetuate the pain they encounter
Stuck in denial living a life that'll amount to
Nothing zero zilch in the end
You′re better off taking that time to help yourself
Take time to heal yourself
Take time to help yourself
Take time to heal yourself