The Knock of the Spirit

[Hawkeye Crow]

You're the kind of person you meet at certain dismal dull affairs




Standing out in a crowd , talking much too loud, running up and down the stairs




It seems to me that you have seen too much in too few years




And though you try you just can't hide , your eyes are etched with tears




You better stop , and look around Here it comes




Your 19th nervous breakdown




Oh , who's to blame . This world's gone insane. Nothin' I do don't seem to work , It only seems to make matters worse, For me




When you were a child you were treated kind, but never brought up right




You were always spoiled with a thousand toys , and still you cried all night




Your mother who neglected you owes a million dollars tax




And tour father's still perfecting ways of making sealing wax




You better stop , look around




You were still in school when you had that fool who really messed your mind




And after that you turned your back on treating people kind




On our first trip I tried so hard to rearrange your mind




But after while I realized you were disarranging mine




Here comes your 19th nervous breakdown




Jagger/Richards