Lyrics A Million Manias - Marc And The Mambas

And always in the punch grey morning
Coffee cold, toast and all
Orange marmalade like old shoe leather
I down the vitamins
To purify the several sins
That help to hold my shattered soul together
Mind troubled with a million things
The taxi-driver starts to sing
One of my songs, one that I like
The least, he says:
"That was the only one I liked"
My face cracks, my misery
Increased all my misery
All my misery

A million manias everyday
To keep my sanity at bay
A million manias to make me suffer

The phone ring constantly
I feel the need to throw a fit
Or throw the ′phone
It hits the wall
I hit my head and fall
And shrivel up to several inches small
There's a voice in my right ear
A voice in my left ear
It′ getting hard to hear
And claustrophobia smothers me with fear

I need a gun to blow my brains
I'll blow out the brains
Of any sucker standing in my way today
Lookout!
Bang, bang
Shoot, shoot
Bang, bang
Shoot, shoot
Lookout
Lookout
Bang, bang
Shoot, shoot
Lookout
Lookout
Lookout

A million manias everyday
To keep my sanity at bay
A million manias to make me suffer
A million manias weigh me down
Neurosis forcing me to drown
This couldn't happen to
Any-other dog or is mother, brother

I′m pulled each way by wild dogs
And I sway just like a corpse upon a rope
Turning green with nausea
And a shade of white with anger
A touch of purple right round the throat
Then wallow in my sea of doom
A stretch out in a brightened tomb
A man in grey to come and get me soon
Come and get me
Come and get me soon
A rhapsody of suffering
As a thousand wailing souls
Hold out their hand
For bits of me
To pin up as morbid mementoes in their rooms
And my head bangs on the table
And my fist hammers the door
I sprawl back in the socket
And my friends ask me to stop it
And my cheeks explode
And my teeth chewed out on the floor
Teeth floor

Then I pick up all the pieces and put them back together
There′s a fight there up ahead and an angry curse
"Fuck you baby"
I wait for this prescription
And a hundred contradictions
And I take the lot for better or for worse

Bang, bang, bang
Hammer, hammer, hammer
Bang, bang, bang
Hammer, hammer, hammer
Bang, bang, bang
Hammer, hammer, hammer
Bang, bang, bang
Hammer, hammer, hammer
Bang, bang, bang
Hammer, hammer, hammer
Bang, bang, bang
Hammer, hammer, hammer

A million manias everyday
To keep my sanity at bay
A million manias to make me suffer
A million manias weigh me down
Neurosis forcing me to drown
This couldn't happen to any-other
Dog or his mother, brother
Oh a million manias

I need a gun
I need a gun
Oh a million manias
I need a gun to blow my brains
I′ll blow out the brains
Of any sucker standing in my way today
Lookout!