Gone, Gone, Gone

	My head is like an unblocked drain
	My head is full of brains
	My instincts are to kiss this train
	I hear it coming
	You're conscious says mind how you go
	Your ________ still says no
	Your morals ebb
	Your morals flow
	Your mouth is running
	Though all the rules do not apply
	And mine is not to reason why
	Gone, gone, gone
	My arms are like two shipyard crains
	That may not work again
	My fortunes wax
	My fortunes wane
	My sense is sundered
	A carpet cheer
	A cheerless heart
	The path i darn not to jot
	________ against not quite the parts
	Someone has blundered
	Though all the rules do not apply
	And mine is not to reason why
	Gone, gone, gone
	To all this grand old scheme of things
	To all the pain it brings
	To all those who pull the strings
	I bid good ridence
	Surpass the time to call it a phrase
	I meant a million was
	To counterfit my solid days
	And split the difference
	Though all the rules do not apply
	And mine is not to reason why
	Though all the rules do not apply
	And mine is not to reason why
	Gone, gone, gone