The Moon Upstairs - Mott The Hoople
Well my brother he was a drinking man
And I asked him for release
He said this wont 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 any
And my head is down and Im called a clown by comedians that grace
The living stage of every page of worthless meaningless space
But I swear to you before were though youre gonna feel our every blow
We aint bleeding you were feeding you but your'e too fcking slow
Hoo oh  yar more
And to those of you who always laugh
Let this be your epitaph
Yeah yeah ho yar oh yeah whoa
Yeah hoo yar oh yeah
Hummmm
Haaaaaaa