In the dawn's pale light
A cold gust echoes
Kody's there
Sleepin'
In the lavvy when it matters most
Need to go
To ease my nighttime woes
But Kody's on the toilet
It's the bed he chose
Whiskey nights lead to mornin' fights
Some tales so old
But this one's fresh with every roll of the loo paper gold
Lilting tunes and rebel yells
Silent where I stand
Kody's slumber guardin' the porcelain land
How can a soul find peace
In this crowded place?
Bladder's filled
Time stands still
While Kody holds his space
Singin' songs of Erin's sons
No relief in sight
The loo's become a battleground in the early morning light
The pipes are callin'
But no water flows for me
Simply standin'
Hopin' he wakes in a breeze
Fields of green in my dreams
Yet I'm bound
You see
Kody's throne
My only foe in this house of three
Oh
The battles we would fight
For a moment's peace
Yet Kody curls on that seat
Dreams without cease
A rebel heart
A stubborn soul
Takes the place I need
The toilet wars rage on
A stalemate indeed
Stories told in pubs of old
Of heroes and lore
But here in the crowded flat
My hero's on the floor
Kody dreams of freedom songs
While I need to go
In the turf wars of the morn'
It's the bladder woe