The Moon Upstairs lyrics
by Mott The Hoople
My brother, he was a drinking man
And I asked him for relief
He said this won't do you no good
And he sent the police
They busted me for nothing
'Cause they said I was insane
And 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 everything
And I realise that to survive, well, my body is not mine
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 and 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