Lachrymosity

I need a brain lift since this heart sank

So sick of morons who left to the bank

Sometimes I'm guilty of losing all pity

Of boys with guitars who milk every lachrymosity

Out on a Friday I prop up the bar

I watch all the primates who never get far

With every delusion they strut round the city

They scratch in confusion overcome with lachrymosity

Why so sad, so sad, so sad, so sad?

So sad, so sad...

I'm a recipe for disaster

I'm a has-been no-good bastard

You're much too good to me

I'm wrapped in lachrymosity

I'm a recipe for disaster

I'm a has-been no-good bastard

You're much too good for me

I'm wrapped in lachrymosity, wrapped in lachrymosity

Scars of the middle class as a puncheon for misery

Nails in that sorrow is nigh on the riven tree

Don't get me wrong it all sounds quite pretty

Write some good songs and you'll have some lachrymosity

You'll get some lachrymosity

You'll have some lachrymosity, too