The Moon Upstairs Songtext
von Mott the Hoople

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