STROLL TO THE CAFE
MY GOD HOW TIME FLIES
I CLOSE UP MY BRAIN
AND ANOTHER FRIEND DIES

I FEEL LIKE A MORROR
FEEL LIKE NOTHING IS MINE
I COULD GO BACK TO CRYING
BUT NOT DYING SEEMS FINE

SO I HANG FROM THE CEILING
OR I SIT ON THE AIR
I'LL ROT IN A CORNER
UNTIL SOMEBODY CARES

FACES AT RANDOM
I QUOTE PEOPLE I KNEW
I'D LOVE TO BE LIKE ME
IF I COULD FEEL LIKE YOU

HERE AM I MORE ROCHE FIVE THEAN PAIN
HERE AM I JUST ME AND MY WALLS TO BLAME
HERE AM I I REALLY DON'T FEEL QUITE SANE
HERE AM I STILL SEARCHING FOR MY SHADOW IN VAIN

LOCK MY DOOR I ONLY THINK IN BLACK AND WHITE
I'LL EVEN TRY TO LOOK ASHAMED

MOVING OUT OF CENTRAL SOMEBODY KNOWS ME WELL
SAY'S HE'LL SPILL THE WHOLE STORY
HE MAY BE LYING I CAN'T TELL

MEET ME INSIDE
I'LL KEEP MY HEAD TO THE FLOOR
AND ONE HAND ON THE HANDLE
OF THE MAD/SANE DOOR

(CHORUS)

(P) 1978 Beggars Banquet