Don't Give It to Me - The Proclaimers

Your life is full of misery

Well take something for it

Or try to ignore it, don’t give it to me

You trapped me in this corner

You’re breathing it over me

Next stop’s the Royal Infirmary

The room’s started spinning

I’m finding it hard to breath

I think I’ll have to leave, I need some air

That little black cloud

That follows you everywhere’s

Floating my way and it’s raining despair

Now I’m not immune to misery myself

But it’s just a bore in somebody else

If you weren’t allowed to talk of yourself

You would have nothing to say

Your life if full of misery

Well take something for it

Or try to ignore it, don’t give it to me

Your life is full of misery

Well take something for it

Or try to ignore it, don’t give it to me

You trapped me in this corner

You’re breathing it over me

Next stop’s the Royal Infirmary

Now I’m not immune etc…