It's Not You

Edgar Broughton Band

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My lady woke me up and said
There's someone at the door
Handing out communiqué there won't be many more
He told us who the masters are
From his own point of view
Jesus please be good to us
Or we'll all be on the news

Oh, yeah (all right)
Oh, yeah (all right)

I'm sick of being tired of throwing pennies at the moon
I'm just another one who's gotta happen soon
We talked about the prisoner
It's everyone I know
Let's all hope it isn't you!

Oh, yeah (all right)
Oh, yeah (all right)
Oh, yeah (all right)
Oh, yeah (all right)

I dig you with your children playing
Marbles in the dark
I saw an ageing debutant go screaming through the grass
We talked about the prisoner
It's everyone I know
Let's all hope it isn't you

Swinging and swimming and swinging and swimming, down I go
Swinging and swimming and still clinging to visions of up, down I go
Humanoids, tuberculoids, surely damned and null and void
Swinging and swimming and still clinging to visions of up, down I go

I was there, right beside you
All the way from the doll's house to now
I was there when you cut your hair
And plastered it down like it shouldn't be there
Can you dig it, out here on a limb?
All the fancy ladies watching
All their black bodies, landing from the coast

Who wants revenge?
Humanoids, oh I was with ya
Walking from the pits, covered in the bits of machines
Dropping the filthy pieces
And remnants of the dirty masters everywhere
'Til you can hardly breathe
And you daren't open your eyes, in case you see!
Ah, here comes the nurse with her hand in my purse

Swinging and swimming and clinging
To this limb like there's nothing left

Can you see me?
Watch me breaking on this human tide
Swinging and swimming
And clinging to laughter somewhere

You think I'm up, I'm down
You think it's fair, you wanna share

Then come on in, I wanna go home
Oh doctor, doctor, doctor, cut it from my head!