Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Manic Depression (Jimi), artist - Ian Dury. Album song Laughter, in the genre Иностранный рок
Date of issue: 27.11.1980
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: BMG Rights Management (UK), Templemill
Song language: English
Manic Depression (Jimi) |
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? |
Oh no it fucking ain’t |
It’s the way the cripple crumbles |
It’s the flaw of the jungle |
Be reliable and humble |
You’ll be beggared if you bumble |
A merry making catchall phrase |
Twentieth Century malaise |
It’s on everybody’s lips |
I’m afraid you’ve had your chips |
Manic depression, manic depression |
It’s not a pleasant fucker, pheasant plucker |
Manic depression, manic depression |
It’s a hole full of soap, soul full of hope |
Manic depression, manic depression |
Life is all a bloody rush, a ruddy blush |
Manic depression, manic depression |
Memories are shoot and hip, hoot and shit |
It’s the way the cripple crumbles |
It’s the flaw of the jungle |
Be reliable and humble |
You’ll be beggared if you bumble |
A merry making catchall phrase |
Twentieth Century malaise |
It’s on everybody’s lips |
I’m afraid you’ve had your chips |
Manic depression, manic depression |
It’s not a pleasant fucker, pheasant plucker |
Manic depression, manic depression |
Life’s a soul full of hope, hole full of soap |
Manic depression, manic depression |
Life is all a bloody rush, a ruddy blush |
Manic depression, manic depression |
Memories are shoot and hip, hoot and shit |