Look over yonder here come the blues
The thirteenth of any time, powered by fools
I can see ’em comin’
Wearing a blue armoured coat
You’re sittin’ here with your violins
Hittin’ wrong notes
Look over yonder, he’s comin’ my way
When he’s around, I never have a happy day
(you even bust my guitar strings)
Look over yonder, look over yonder, look over yonder etc.
Machine Gun
Tearing my body all apart
Machine Gun, yeah
Tearing my body all apart
Evil man make me kill ya
Evil man make you kill me
Evil man make me kill you
Even though we’re only families apart
Well I pick up my axe and fight like a farmer
(You know what I mean)
Hey!
Hey Izabella
Girl, I’m holding you in my dreams every night.
Yeah, but you know good well baby,
You know we got this war to fight.
Well, I’m calling you under fire
Well, I hope you’re receiving me all right.
Hey, Izabella
Girl, I’m fightin’ this war for the children and you
Yeah, yeah, yeah, baby!
Anger he smiles tow’ring shiny metallic purple armour.
Queen jealousy, envy waits behind him.
Her fiery green gown sneers at the grassy ground.
Blue are the life giving waters taking for granted,
They quietly understand.
Once happy turquoise armies lay opposite ready,
But wonder why the fight is on.
Well she’s walking through the clouds
With a circus mind that’s running round
Butterflies and zebras
And moonbeams and fairy tales
That’s all she ever thinks about
Riding with the wind.
When I’m sad, she comes to me
With a thousand smiles, she gives to me free
It’s alright she says it’s alright
Take anything you want from me,
Anything.
Manic depression is touching my soul
I know what I want but I just don’t know
How to, go about gettin’ it
Feeling sweet feeling,
Drops from my fingers, fingers
Manic depression is catchin’ my soul
Woman so weary, the sweet cause in vain
You make love, you break love
It’s all the same
When it’s, when it’s over, mama
Music, sweet music
I wish I could caress, caress, caress
Manic depression is a frustrating mess
Well, I think I’ll go turn myself off,
And go on down
All the way down
Really ain’t no use in me hanging around
In your kinda scene
Music, sweet music
I wish I could caress, caress, caress
Manic depression is a frustrating mess
