I was a few coins short of a place to be
I hung 'round the square like a rare disease
Bleak as a funeral at a funfair
But I rolled on like a carousel
And I bought me a round in the Crown and Bells
Held court like a king, was dethroned and thrown out and threw up there
Nobody loves a tortured soul like a tortured soul loves a tortured soul
Nobody loves a tortured soul like a tortured soul loves a tortured soul
And nobody loves me
So in a laundrette on a street with no trees
I flicked through pages of slick journalese
And thought - a revolution's coming, someone just has to call it
I wanted a car then to drive or sell
Or to run away, or to raise some hell
But I know every time I drive a car I stall it
Nobody loves a tortured soul like a tortured soul loves a tortured soul
Nobody loves a tortured soul like a tortured soul loves a tortured soul
And nobody loves me
Here's an article about gaining wealth
Here's one about mental health
Here's one about stacking shelves
Here's on about Santa's elves
They say they'll get you what you want
They promise you that you'll succeed
But they never get you what you want
And you never get what you need
I'm looking for that sunny day
Chasing the clouds away...