My head is like an unblocked drain
My head is full of brains
My instincts are to kiss this train
I hear it coming
You're conscious says mind how you go
Your alter still says no
Your morals ebb, your morals flow
Your mouth is running
The normal rules do not apply
And mine is not to reason why
Gone, gone, gone
My arms are like two shipyard crains
That may not work again
My fortunes wax, my fortunes wane
My sense is sundered
A cup that cheers a cheerless heart
The path I dare not chart
I look askance, not quite the part
Someone has blundered
Though all the rules do not apply
And mine is not to reason why
Gone, gone, gone
To all this grand old scheme of things
To all the pain it brings
To all those who pull the strings
I bid good ridence
To pass the time, to coin a phrase
I meant a million was
To counterfeit my salad days
And split the difference
Though all the rules do not apply
And mine is not to reason why
Though all the rules do not apply
And mine is not to reason why
Gone, gone, gone