Moon Upstairs

Mott The Hoople

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    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

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    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

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    Composición: Ralphs Mick y Diane Patterson

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