He Only Goes Out On Tuesdays - Cosmo Jarvis

He only goes out on tuesdays ‘cause there’s only two days

The world’s dead enough for him to show his face

'Cause he’s a disgrace to humanity

Sits back asks «why's the world so mad at me?»

He follows them silently, wickedly, savagely

«Their own fault», he says

«They never look back at me

Even keep track of me

Only forget me because of the lack of me.»

Could be my fault, could be mother’s

It could be because I was hit by my brothers

I’ve just never really been noticed by others

I think it dates back to when I was six

My daddy would whip me and teach me these tricks

That I’d do whenever his friends were around

Always on all fours, down on the ground

I did this until I was nine and a half

And the old corner shop was looking for staff

Not much of path, I know

But the wrath of my dad was unbearable

Yes everybody that coat was unwearable

Us paper children are certainly terrible

Sex with Satan seemed comparable

There I was

Nine years old, so damn cold

In a shack, with a dad who didn’t get old

Time went by, I couldn’t rely

On father time to kill this guy

He smoked a lot, but no lung cancer

(Yes friends, knives, they were the answer)

These are the thing that people do

These are the thing that people do

I’d like that job at the corner shop

I needed cash but first to stop

This mess, it’s not the way to be

They play with me

And now I think I’m drowning in depravity

Drowning in depravity

Drowning in depravity

Drowning in depravity

The old man left my collar on at bedtime

Chains around my feet

My bedtime stories

«Go to sleep you cunt!»

Were always short and sweet

After mother passed away

The house was sold in just three days

Dad began to search around to try and find a brand new place

In the woods is spooky

Or that’s the way it seemed

Dad looked at me said «Now

No-one has to hear you scream.»

The shack was just one room

With one black and white television

Even as a nine year-old

Suicide was my decision

Only way to leave this prison

Can’t cut your throat with your hands tied

Believe me I’ve tried

I failed and I cried

And I am now stuck inside

So, I live in an old, scrapped fridge

No light except sometimes the moon

Dad was funny that way

Said he wanted his own room

I tried to dream of something nice

Storybooks, nights, princes

I can’t sleep tonight though

'Cause of my collar and the neck it pinches

That’s it now, no more

Big war gonna be fought

Gonna pick myself up

And walk out that door

I hear freedom’s sweet call

But wait

I’m a nine-year-old chained to a wall

And when the shack gets black

Have to get back to sleep

Now weep, how sad I am

Have to kill daddy, that’s my plan

Have to kill daddy, that’s my plan

Have to kill daddy, that’s my plan

Have to kill daddy, that’s my plan

Have to kill daddy, that’s my plan

These are the thing that people do

These are the thing that people do

These are the thing that people do

These are the thing that people do

The body of nine-year-old 'Reese Jones' was found this morning after he was

murdered by strangulation.

His remains were discovered in what locals described

as a 'disused ranger shack' in the Upper Eastbourne County Forest.

Next of kin were informed at about noon.

Sam Jones, brother of Reese’s late

mother Lindsey Jones told Oakdale County Sheriff’s department upon receiving

news of the tragedy that Reese vanished into thin air almost three years ago

following his mother Lindsey’s unexpected death.

No suspects have yet been

identified due to a lack of physical evidence.

Reese’s grief stricken father

Neville Jones told us today:

«I can’t believe this has happened, he was my everything»