Mott The Hoople The Moon Upstairs
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 it's wings
And I hated them and they hated me, and I hated everything
And I realize 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
