BROKEN TUBES
Tired are the shadows that cross my bed
Tired are the shadows as I nod my head
My smile’s about a mile from whatever I said
Tired are the shadows that cross my bed

Lazy are the eyes with a low-glow life
Peering from a darkness you can cut with a knife
Crazy are the schemes of insurance men
They must see the madness of their premium friends
I want a fast car to take me from here
I’m tired of this backstreet that nothing is near
Money can’t buy the things I need
Gold cuts Love and makes it bleed

Tired are the shadows that cross my bed
Tired are the shadows as I nod my head
My smile’s about a mile from whatever I said
Tired are the shadows that cross my bed

Talent is a trouble that angels fear
But I rush in ’cos I’m a fool that’s near
Why should the laugh be always on me
I’m really no worse as far as I can see
Little people’s sticky feet they make me stop
I stand and wonder: “Do they like what they’ve got?”
Jesus said he’d come around again
But I figure that he’ll come just to say: “The End!”

Tired are the shadows that cross my bed
Tired are the shadows as I nod my head
My smile’s about a mile from whatever I said
Tired are the shadows that cross my bed

Party time is near, put your glad rags on
You gotta raise a laugh or they’ll say that you’re wrong
My face wears a grin that I don’t feel
I still buy what everybody steals
Television, radio, hoovers my brain
Sends my ideas straight down the drain
I do my best to keep my eyes upon
Noah’s Rainbow from a long time gone

Tired are the shadows that cross my bed
Tired are the shadows as I nod my head
My smile’s about a mile from whatever I said
Tired are the shadows that cross my bed

Words by Peter Greatorex. Copyright (c) Dangerous Ditties 1992.