The Moon Upstairs

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Mott the Hoople - Pop

The Moon Upstairs

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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 fucking slow And to those of you who always laugh Let this be your epitaph

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Credits

Writers
  • Ian Hunter
  • Mick Ralphs