Breakdown and Cry (Lay Down and Die - Goodbye) - Alien Sex Fiend

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My cigarette burns yellow then it burns blue

I’m heading due south, was it blanks we fired at you?

Downtown Saturday, uptown Monday morning

The telephone rings, it leaves me yawning

This ain’t no show, this is for real

The candles all burn for you, love, just for you

While the ceiling goes round and round

And round and round and round

And round for me

Lights out.

Shall we go to sleep?

Is it just a show?

Is it just a dream?

Digging tunnels under your back door

Should I ride the carpet?

Should I lock the door?

The fool on the hill knows all’s not well

Keep a candle burning for me

You’re at peace, the rope is tight

I watch you change colour in broad daylight

Breakdown is on it’s way

Breakdown in the month of May

Breakdown and cry, lay down and die

Goodbye, goodbye

Breakdown is on it’s way

Breakdown in a month or a day

Breakdown and cry, lay down and die

Goodbye, goodbye

Right!

Right!

Right!

I’m a dinosaur of the working class

Antiseptic mouthwash

And a suppository up my arse

When we do right no-one remembers

We do wrong no-one forgets

Deliver me from evil

Deliver me a paper

And this fool on the hill knows all’s not well

No, not well

Keep a candle burning bright — right!

Breakdown is on it’s way

Breakdown in the month of May

Breakdown and cry, lay down and die

Goodbye, goodbye

Breakdown is on it’s way

Breakdown in a month or a day

Breakdown and cry, lay down and die

Goodbye, goodbye