(ian huntermick ralphs)Well my brother he was a drinking manAnd i asked him for releaseHe said this won't do you no
goodAnd sent for the policeWell they busted me for nothingCos they said i was insaneSo they let my body goBut they locke
d away my brainWell i wandered freely as a bird that had broken both its wingsAnd i hated them and they hated me and i hated
everthingAnd i realise that to survive well my body is not mineAnd i feel neglected feel rejectedLiving in the wrong tim
eAnd to those of you who always laughLet this be your epitaphAnd my head is down and i'm called a clown by comedians that
graceThe living stage of every page of worthless meaningless spaceBut i swear to you before we're though you're gonna feel ou
r every blowWe ain't bleeding you we're feeding you but you're too f*cking slowAnd to those of you who always laughLet this
be your epitaph