A Million Manias - Marc and the Mambas

And always in the punch-drunk morning

Coffee old, toast turned cold

Orange marmalade and old shoe leather

A line of vitamins

To purify the several sins

That help to hold my shadowed soul together

I trembled with the million things

The taxi driver starts to sing

One of my songs, one that I like the least

He says, «That was the only one I liked»

My face cracks, my misery

Increased.

Oh my misery

«Oh my misery»

I know your name is every day

To keep my sanity at bay

A million manias to make me suffer

The phone rings constantly

I feel the need to throw a fit

Or throw the phone, it hits the wall

I?

in my head and?

Up to several inches small

And there’s a voice in my right ear

A voice in my left ear

It’s getting hard to hear and

Claustrophobia smothers me with fear

I need a gun to blow my brains

Or blow the brains of any

Sucker standing in my way, today

Look out!

(Bang bang, shoot shoot)

(Bang bang, shoot shoot)

(Look out, look out, look out!)

(Bang bang, shoot shoot)

(Bang bang, shoot shoot)

(Look out, look out, look out!)

A million manias every day

To keep my sanity at bay

A million manias to make me suffer

A million manias weigh me down

Neurosis forcing me to drown

This couldn’t happen to any other

Dog or its mother, brother

And pulled each way by wild dogs

And I sway just like a corpse

Upon a rope turning green with nausea

And a sailor white with anger

A touch of purple right 'round the throat

And you wallow in my sea of doom

And stretch out in a private room

A?

grave to come and get me soon

A rhapsody of suffering

As a thousand wailing souls

Hold out their hands for bits of me

To pin up as morbid momentos

In their rooms

And then he bangs on the table

And?

hammers the door

I?

back in their sockets

And my friends ask me to stop it

And I?

And I keep them?

out on the floor

And I pick up all the pieces

And I glue them back together

And an angry?