Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song The Moon Upstairs, artist - Mott The Hoople. Date of issue: 10.10.1971
Song language: English
The Moon Upstairs |
| Well my brother he was a drinking man |
| And I asked him for release |
| He said this won’t 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 |
| And my head is down and I’m called a clown by comedians that grace |
| The living stage of 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 f*cking slow |
| And to those of you who always laugh |
| Let this be your epitaph |