Long Face - Squeeze

Id lost the plot and roamed around

Looked in the shops and hit the town

My head was stuffed with words and aches

I felt so rough and out of shape

The clouds puffed up like bags of sweets

Thats just my luck, I couldnt eat

My guts were full of churning fear

With so much bull I had to clear

When she said stuff yourself, dont be a clown

Paint your wagon and take yourself right out of town

Whats this long face that keeps on Hanging around

She wouldnt say, I couldnt tell

Was this the day Id go to hell

I sulked around in such a mood

Until I found the one Id screwed

And then it came as clear as mud

I was the pain that boiled the blood

And saw the faults where there were none

Deep in the vaults where love begun

When she said stuff yourself, dont be a clown

Paint your wagon and take yourself right out of town

Whats this long face that keeps on Hanging around

Then she said get a grip and shake this mood

Get a life and find yourself some attitude

Whats this long face that keeps on Hanging around