Victorian lost boy

True, true death,

Today's Peter Pan

True, true breath

Though his video is for rent

Don't put him down as arrogant

His reserve, Disney's lead wallet

As we puke in his bucket

Puke river

What you say about his company

Is what you say about lost boys

Catch the pix, catch the nix

Catch the Fairy-kind, catch the Styx

The story, the story

These prices are so steep

Bakura's mad eyes are wide

Today's Peter Pan

He gets high on you

And the cocaine he trades

He gets by on you

No his mind is not for rent

To any gent or mad old gent

Always hopeful, yet discontent

He knows death isn't permanent

But death is

What you say about his company

Is what you say about lost boys

Catch the witness, catch the cop

Catch the killer, catch the crime

The story, the story

These prices are so steep

Maybe as the skies are wide

Exit the lost boy

Today's Peter Pan

He gets high on you

And the LSD you trade

He gets right on to the killing of the day