I'D Rather Cut My Hands
Vivian Stanshall
3:31Don't you believe I ain't got no feelings? It still hurts me and how I feel the pain! And though I ought to learn from yesterday A part of me would do it again But now I'm waking to a different clock I'm working in a different time I'm marching to a mad drum played on the down Maybe I should take a drink? To forget her, but I love her I love her, and she wrote to me. This is what it said This is what she said Goodbye, (goodbye), goodbye, (goodbye) I've been trying to tell you for the best part of today, and a year But you only will believe me now I'm gone Goodbye, (goodbye), goodbye, (goodbye) Ringing in my head on and on like the hunchback's bell, No poor me's Oh, if only I were made of stone! Oh, if only I were made of stone! In nineteen hundred and yesterday What had I got to lose? Nineteen hundred and yesterday I lose you See, I pulled the plug on my lady, (don't believe it) My life is going down the sink The pages of my diary curl up and die I'm running out of poison ink And I can't bear to be a good loser I don't believe it when the best man wins, (the coward) And any man that grins and bears it Must have a lot of thicker skins than I do I love her, I still love her I love her, and she wrote to me This is what it said This is what she said Goodbye, (goodbye), goodbye, (goodbye) I've been trying to tell you for the best part of today, and a year But you only will believe me now I'm gone, (now I'm gone) Goodbye, (goodbye), goodbye, (goodbye) Ringing in my head on and on like the hunchback's bells, No poor me's Oh, if only I were made of stone!