Mott The Hoople - Through The Looking Glass Lyrics
(ian hunter)Im feelin ugly - Im feelin low - mornin mirror - you aint no roseAnd did I mean it - or did I lie - or did I dream itOh! christ Im tired.Why then did ya have to grin, now the blood rolls down my chinOh you know you painted so much blue, and Im much younger than that tooOh mirror - what did I do to you?Youre my voyeur - see every line - chase them to destinationsOn through timeAnd youre my diary - yeah, the bitter truth - unexpurgated - a mis-spentYouth, ohDo you have to paint teeth green, when theyre snowy, white and clean?Do you have to make eyes red, when theyre clear and fresh instead?Oh mirror, I wish youd lose your headSometimes Im on a gig, and Im feeling kinda goodI run and look at you, just like a pop star wouldBut you just glare at me with those dark accusing eyesThat say my make-ups good... Id like to.... Id like so muchTo....Oh Ill never look at you again - cause Im really not that vainSeven years bad luck aint that long - before I smash you, hear my songOh mirror, Im sorry you were wrong.