The Moon Upstairs

Well, my brother, he was a drinking man and I asked him for release He said, '€œThis 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**king slow And to those of you who always laugh Let this be your epitaph