Tumble down the stairs Cracked in the morning Screaming cherubs in my head Shooting arrows all around It ain't enough to make me frown
Well, turn on the television, open the papers The headlines shout about We're on our knees, the end is really nigh That ain't enough to make me cry, no
The return of inspiration, the return of inspiration
Little big man, workin' the city He plays for money, plays for women He must think he's so tall Dunno, maybe no one told him that he's small
Ten fingers piggy, counting the pennies Well, that old meanie?s only happy When he's talking you down That ain't enough to make me frown
The return of inspiration, the return of inspiration
Ain't got no problems, no, just complications End of confusion, the return of inspiration
The return of inspiration, the return of serotonin