Mott the Hoople
Mott the Hoople - The Moon Upstairs songtekst
Je score:
(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