7.The Moon Upstairs
(ian hunter／mick 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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