Lyrics A Million Manias - Marc Almond, Foetus, Marc and the Mambas

A Million Manias

And always in the punch-drunk morning
Coffee old, toast turned cold
Orange marmalade and old shoe leather
A line of vitamins
To purify the several sins
That help to hold my shadowed soul together
I trembled with the million things
The taxi driver starts to sing
One of my songs, one that I like the least
He says, «That was the only one I liked»
My face cracks, my misery
Increased.
Oh my misery
«Oh my misery»
I know your name is every day
To keep my sanity at bay
A million manias to make me suffer
The phone rings constantly
I feel the need to throw a fit
Or throw the phone, it hits the wall
I?
in my head and?
Up to several inches small
And there’s a voice in my right ear
A voice in my left ear
It’s getting hard to hear and
Claustrophobia smothers me with fear
I need a gun to blow my brains
Or blow the brains of any
Sucker standing in my way, today
Look out!
(Bang bang, shoot shoot)
(Bang bang, shoot shoot)
(Look out, look out, look out!)
(Bang bang, shoot shoot)
(Bang bang, shoot shoot)
(Look out, look out, look out!)
A million manias every day
To keep my sanity at bay
A million manias to make me suffer
A million manias weigh me down
Neurosis forcing me to drown
This couldn’t happen to any other
Dog or its mother, brother
And pulled each way by wild dogs
And I sway just like a corpse
Upon a rope turning green with nausea
And a sailor white with anger
A touch of purple right 'round the throat
And you wallow in my sea of doom
And stretch out in a private room
A?
grave to come and get me soon
A rhapsody of suffering
As a thousand wailing souls
Hold out their hands for bits of me
To pin up as morbid momentos
In their rooms
And then he bangs on the table
And?
hammers the door
I?
back in their sockets
And my friends ask me to stop it
And I?
And I keep them?
out on the floor
And I pick up all the pieces
And I glue them back together
And an angry?