Do you see what I see?

I was born for this.
Born to kiss those with tight fists show them what they've missed.
This bliss.
Swiss offshore accounts account for shit,
You're not happy and you should admit to it.
When you do, that weight draped over you will lift,
We've solved the issue.
Tissue for one, new found happiness,
Mans done feeling glum now the funs begun.
Cup of rum, come see the sun.
It's beating down, now try and frown.
The sound of the city, no longer shitty,
But inspiring, since you can feel the comittee.
The underground alliance.
It's not rocket science but defience of conformity.
A better life surely.
The lighter side of feeling poorly, the beginning of your new life story.
You no longer bore me,
or anyone else.
Being true to yourself's helped develop good health.
Self confidence up. No longer giving a fuck.
For the things that we're told, before we get old.
We need to succeed.
Rest in peace the belief that that brings a man joy.
Work the successor to my favourite childhood toy.
Boyed it off.
I tried and trust it's a flop way to live.
Give give give get back a pat on the back,
come on now where's the fun in that?
Sat chatting crap with a boss whose a twat.
Lack of stimulation dumbing down the magnificence of creation.
Feel my elation.
I'm here to show you there's another way,
a brighter day.
Feel the sun in november, march and may.
No time to delay you only live once.
Perform the stunts you've always foregon.
Know you can say the sun shon down and lifted you up.
It's not down to luck, it's up to you time to duck,
out of this.
No longer let your soul be suck,
take the piss.
Take hold with a firm grip.
If it hurts give it the flip or let it slip,
Slide.
Enjoy the ride.
And if you need some help in me you can confide.