Last night you were a real mood killer, The red wine on white carpet spiller, I made some tea, I put on the kettle, I told you jokes, made you laugh a little, But when you let your mind off the leach (?), It always comes back with something dead in its teeth. Is it better today? I needn't (?) have asked you Another day, another disaster When you feel to drwan to the abyss, Don't kid yourself There are so many good things that you'd miss Don't kid yourself You quit your job, You quit the band, You wuit all the things you understand I'd call you up but you'd stay at home Writing songs that rhymed 'phone' to 'alone' I must admit that it was fairly concerning When I saw on the tv that your house was burning And all you said in the interview was 'Another day, another disaster' But when you're drawn to the abyss, Don't kid yourself There are so many good things that you'd miss Don't kid yourself You see moats but there's a Your beer is warm but there's a fridge Put down the match and gasoline It's not as bad as it might seem. The doctor gave you an exercise Write down your thoughts so he can analyse If you had bad luck orr just bad health And on the paper you compared yourself To the cars that tom cruise runs from in the movies Doomed to explode A broken heart thats palpitating s.o.s. code