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