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Mott the Hoople - The Moon Upstairs lyrics
(ian huntermick ralphs) Well my brother he was a drinking man And i asked him for release He said this won't do you no good And sent for the police Well they busted me for nothing Cos they said i was insane So they let my body go But they locked away my brain Well i wandered freely as a bird that had broken both its wings And i hated them and they hated me and i hated everthing And i realise that to survive well my body is not mine And i feel neglected feel rejected Living in the wrong time And to those of you who always laugh Let this be your epitaph And my head is down and i'm called a clown by comedians that grace The living stage of every page of worthless meaningless space But i swear to you before we're though you're gonna feel our every blow We ain't bleeding you we're feeding you but you're too f*cking slow And to those of you who always laugh Let this be your epitaph |
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