manic depression (jimi)
dury, ian
the mind is a very precious flower
that finds itself a strand amongst the weeds
the cause and effect is what you might expect
and going round the bend is where it leads
the elephant provides the ivory tower
it's better left to wander to and fro
jumbo's got no chance when the poacher doth advance
with a ghastly poison arrow in his bow
sometimes it all falls into place
other times it sploshes in your face
on occasion grafting wins the day
usually you wear yourself away
is this fair we ask ourselves as we get our headaches bad backs and complaints
is this fair my little ones? is this fair?
it's the way the cripple crumbles
it's the flaw of the jungle
you'll be beggared if you bumble
a merry making catchall phrase
twentieth century malaise
i'm afraid you've had your chips
it's not a pleasant fucker
life is all a bloody rush
memories are shoot and hip
it's the way the cripple crumbles
it's the flaw of the jungle
you'll be beggared if you bumble
a merry making catchall phrase
twentieth century malaise
i'm afraid you've had your chips
it's not a pleasant fucker
life's a soul full of hope
life is all a bloody rush
memories are shoot and hip