Jason & The Scorchers 19th Nervous Breakdown
You're the kind of person you meet at certain dismal, dull affairsCenter of a crowd, talking much too loud, running up and down the stairsWell, it seems to me that you have seen too much in too few yearsAnd though you've tried you just can't hide your eyes are edged with tears You better stop, look aroundHere it comes, here it comes, here it comes, here it comesHere comes your nineteenth nervous breakdown When you were a child you were a treated kindBut you were never brought up rightYou were always spoiled with a thousand toys but still you cried all nightYour mother who neglected you owes a million dollars taxAnd your father's still perfecting ways of making ceiling wax You better stop, look aroundHere it comes, here it comes, here it comes, here it comesHere comes your nineteenth nervous breakdownOh, who's to blame, that girl's just insaneWell, nothing I do don't seem to workIt only seems to make the matters worse.
Oh, please You were still in school when you had that fool who really messed your mindAnd after that you turned your back on treating people kindOn our first trip I tried so hard to rearrange your mindBut after awhile I realized you were disarranging mine You better stop, look aroundHere it comes, here it comes, here it comes, here it comesHere comes your nineteenth nervous breakdownOh, who's to blame, that girl's just insaneWell, nothing I do don't seem to workIt only seems to make the matters worse.
Oh, please When you were a child you were treated kindBut you were never brought up rightYou were always spoiled with a thousand toys but still you cried all nightYour mother who neglected you owes a million dollars taxAnd you father's still perfecting ways of making sealing wax You better stop, look aroundHere it comes, here comes your nineteenth nervous breakdown
