Rolling Stones - 19th Nervous Breakdown Lyrics
Youre the kind of personYou meet at certain dismal dull affairs.Center of a crowd, talking much too loudRunning up and down the stairs.Well, it seems to me that you have seen too much in too few years.And though youve tried you just cant hideYour eyes are edged with tears.You better stopLook aroundHere it comes, here it comes, here it comes, here it comesHere comes your nine-teenth nervous breakdown.When you were a childYou were treated kindBut you were never brought up right.You were always spoiled with a thousand toysBut still you cried all night.Your mother who neglected youOwes a million dollars tax.And your fathers still perfecting ways of making ceiling wax.You better stop, look aroundHere it comes, here it comes, here it comes, here it comesHere comes your nilne-teenth nervous breakdown.Oh, whos to blame, that girls just insane.Well nothing I do dont seem to work,It only seems to make matters worse. oh please.You were still in schoolWhen you had that foolWho really messed your mind.And after that you turned your backOn treating people kind.On our first tripI tried so hard to rearrange your mind.But after while I realized you were disarranging mine.You better stop, look aroundHere it comes, here it comes, here it comes, here it comesHere comes your nine-teenth nervous breakdown.Here comes your nine-teenth nervous breakdownHere comes your nine-teenth nervous breakdown
