Twilight Zone - Malcolm Middleton

There’s nothing worse than a successful Scotsman

As he writes into his book

He’ll jot you down and steal your soul

And give you a two dimensional look

He’ll turn you into an anecdote

Critics take note this is how you create something

You can’t just write about what someone did

There’s a fire in my guitar

There’s a fire…

Back to you, attack of the clone

I’m living in the Twilight Zone

Are you following me, are you in my shoes?

Monday morning after a shit Saturday

The weather is too bright today

I’m taking it personally

I’m tripping past

A mamafia of mums

But you weren’t there

And now I’m torn

Should I go to the skip in Pittenweem

With the old stuff from the shed

Or should I write a song about fiction

Or maybe just go back to bed

You can’t pretend you work if you’re sleeping

I can’t pretend to know what’s going on

You can’t pretend to work if you’re sleeping

I can’t pretend to know what’s going on

I can’t pretend to work if I’m sleeping

Do you know who you are, and what’s going on?

I’m not gonna talk to a therapist who doesn’t exist

About my lack of existence

I’m not gonna talk to a therapist who doesn’t exist

About my lack of existence, and solipsism