Mr Sketchy I’ll see you later, glad you let me put this on paper. You creep through my soul once more, it creeps when I go door to door to door. Mr Black Thumb who plays the upstrumb, he is Wilson bashed up the big drum, He’s flaking, alienating, and taking, commiserating. Lay me down playing the clown coz I’m not mad! All this roughed up sleeping and it’s time I tried to close my eyes, Which now don’t half look like mine. I’ve been up self seeking but its fine I try to close my eyes, So I can see myself shine. Chill me out this place is clinical, an energy vampire sucking on me, All the things I do when I’m alone, I think I’m crazy on my own. I walk around, back and forth, go up and down, south then north. “ring a ding ding” – phone makes me shiver… I exercise my face in mirror… Lay me down playing the clown coz I’m not mad! All this roughed up sleeping and it’s time I tried to close my eyes, Which now don’t half look like mine. I’ve been up self seeking but its fine I try to close my eyes, So I can see myself shine. It’s here! A bitter blues; it sits here. I’ve got no idea how it got here. Like Stonehenge, and the Sun. I took them, I took ‘em and I never felt better, What about the time when you said I was a traitor? I GAVE MY LAST ROLO TO YOU!! Lay me down playing the clown coz I’m not mad! All this roughed up sleeping and it’s time I tried to close my eyes, Which now don’t half look like mine. I’ve been up self seeking but its fine I try to close my eyes, So I can see myself shine.