Moon Upstairs

The Moon Upstairs - Mott The Hoople

Well my brother he was a drinking man

And I asked him for release

He said this wont 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 any

And my head is down and Im called a clown by comedians that grace

The living stage of every page of worthless meaningless space

But I swear to you before were though youre gonna feel our every blow

We aint bleeding you were feeding you but your'e too fcking slow

Hoo oh yar more

And to those of you who always laugh

Let this be your epitaph

Yeah yeah ho yar oh yeah whoa

Yeah hoo yar oh yeah

Hummmm

Haaaaaaa