The Moon Upstairs Lyrics

Well, my brother, he was a drinking man and I asked him for release
He said, '€œThis 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 it's wings
And I hated them and they hated me, and I hated everything
And I realize 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

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**king slow

And to those of you who always laugh
Let this be your epitaph

Mott the Hoople - Brain Capers

Jan 1991

1. Death May Be Your Santa Claus
2. Your Own Backyard
3. Darkness Darkness
4. The Journey
5. Sweet Angeline
6. Second Love
7. The Moon Upstairs
8. The Wheel Of The Quivering Meat Conception