The mind is a very precious flower
That finds itself a strand amongst the weeds
The cause & effect, is what you might expect
And going round the bend is where it leads
The elephant provides the ivory tower
Is better left to wander too & fro
But jumbo´s got no chance, when the poacher doth advance
With a ghastly poison arrow in his bow
Sometimes it all falls into place
Other times it splashes in your face
On occasion grafting wins the day
Usually when you wear yourself away
Is this fair we ask ourselves as we get our headaches, bad backs & complain´ts
Is this fair my little ones? is this fair?
Oh no, it f*cking aint
Well it is the way the cripple crumbles,
It is the flaw of the jungle
Be reliable & humble
Your´ll be beggared if you bumble
Merry making catchall phrase
The twentieth century malaise
It is on everybody´s lips
I am afraid you have had your chips
Manic depression, manic depression
Isn´t a pleasant f*cker, pheasant plucker
Manic depression, manic depression
It is a hole full of soap, soul full of hope
Manic depression, manic depression
Life´s all a bloody rush, a ruddy blush
Manic depression, manic depression
Memories I shoot & hip, hoot & shit
But it is the way the cripple crumbles
It is the flaw of the jungle
Be reliable & humble
Your´ll be beggared if you fumble
A merry making catch all phrase
The twentieth century malaise
It is on everybody´s lips
I am afraid you have had your chips
Manic depression, manic depression
Isn´t a pleasant f*cker, pheasant plucker
Manic depression, manic depression
It is a hole full of soap, soul full of hope
Manic depression, manic depression
Life´s all a bloody rush, a ruddy blush
Manic depression, manic depression
Memories I shoot & hip, hoot & shit
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