| Deep in the busom of the gentle night,
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| Is when I search for the light, Pick up my pen and start to write.
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| I struggle and fight dark forces in the clear moonlight,
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| Without fear. |
| Insomnia.
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| I can’t get no sleep.
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| I can’t get no sleep.
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| I used to worry, Thought I was going mad in a hurry,
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| Gettin' stressed makin' excess mess in darkness.
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| No electricity, Something’s all over me, Greasy,
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| Insomnia, Please release me and let me dream of,
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| Makin' mad love to my girl on the heath,
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| Tearin' off tights with my teeth.
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| But there’s no release, No peace, I toss and turn without cease,
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| Like a curse, Open my eyes, Rise like yeast.
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| At least a couple of weeks since I last slept, Kept takin' sleepers.
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| But now I keep myself pep.
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| Deeper still, The night, I write by candle-light I find insight,
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| Fundamental movement.
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| So when it’s black, This insomnia takin'-original-tack (?)
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| Keep the beast in my nature under ceaseless attack. |
| I gets no sleep.
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| Iiiii caaaan’t get nooo sleeeeep.
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| I can’t get no sleep.
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| I can’t get no sleep.
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| I need to sleep, I can’t get no sleep.
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| I need to sleep, I can’t get no sleep… |