歌曲名 The Moon Upstairs 歌手名 Mott The Hoople

作词：Ian Hunter+Mick Ralphs

作曲：Ian Hunter+Mick Ralphs

Well my brother he was a drinking man

And I asked him for release

He said this wont 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 any

And my head is down and Im called a clow

by comedians that grace

The living stage of every page

of worthless meaningless space

But I swear to you before were

though youre gonna feel our every blow

We aint bleeding you were feeding you

but your'e too fcking slow

Hoo oh yar more

And to those of you who always laugh

Let this be your epitaph

Yeah yeah ho yar oh yeah whoa

Hummmm

Haaaaaaa