Kody's Throne

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