Helium

Pray for my poor melancholy soul, I've cried so many tears inside My head's a goldfish bowl. A mood so deep so far above you all, With no one there to catch me if I fall. This is your man in the street reporting, And so far all we've got is that a regular guy is on a ledge up high He's had enough of the irregular lot. And in the World exclusive live tonight Brought to you via satellite The last sane man heard frankly speaking 'Bout the 'ups and downs' of leaping He says [Chorus] I'm lighter than air I haven't a care, Still gravity pulls me under, Credibility gaps gullibility fills They were bringing me down (no wonder) Square pegs, round holes, last dregs, own goals Monkey puzzle my fist won't fit inside Every day nothing new, black and white deja-vu, Makes me feel I want to spread my wings and glide. Should I look should I leap from this unfairy story? My life and my filofax flashing before me Fly like a rock from the roof to the basement, The last thing to go through my mind was the pavement! (Falling out of love with life.) Here's the latest news flash update On the wall street situation Seems he wants to have his song played live upon our T.V station It's a lyric he just wrote The bleatings of a social scapegoat, Thirty years under the weather at the end of a short tether It goes I'm lighter than air I haven't a care, Still gravity pulls me under, Credibility gaps gullibility fills They were bringing me down (no wonder) Square pegs, round holes, last dregs, own goals Monkey puzzle my fist won't fit inside Every day nothing new, black and white deja-vu, Makes me feel I want to spread my wings and glide. --- Helium - Skyclad