Helium - Skyclad

Pray for my poor melancholy soul

I’ve cried so many tears inside my head’s a goldfish bowl

A mood so deep, so far above you all

With no one there to catch me if I fall

This is your man in the street reporting

And so far all we’ve got

Is that a regular guy is on a ledge up high

He’s had enough of an irregular lot

And in a World Exclusive Live tonight

Brought to you via satellite

The last sane man heard frankly speaking

'bout the «ups and downs» of leaping

He says…

I’m lighter than air

I haven’t a care

Still gravity pulls me under

Credibility gaps

Gullibility fills

They were bringing me down, no wonder

Square pegs, round holes

Last dregs, own goals

Monkey puzzle, my fist won’t fit inside

Every day nothing new

Black-and-white deja-vu

Makes me feel I wanna spread my wings and glide

Should I look, should I leap from this unfairy story?

My life and my filofax flashing before me

Fly like a rock from the roof to the basement

The last thing to go through my mind was the pavement

Falling out of love with life…

Here’s the latest news flash update

On the Wall Street situation

Seems he wants to have his song played

Live upon our TV station

It’s a lyric he just wrote

The bleatings of a social scapegoat

Thirty years under the weather

At the end of a short tether

It goes…

I’m lighter than air

I haven’t a care

Still gravity pulls me under

Credibility gaps

Gullibility fills

They were bringing me down, no wonder

Square pegs, round holes

Last dregs, own goals

Monkey puzzle, my fist won’t fit inside

Every day nothing new

Black-and-white deja-vu

Makes me feel I wanna spread my wings and glide