Lachrymosity

I need a brainlift since this heart sank
So sick of morons of laugh to the bank
Sometimes I’m guilty of losing all pity
Of boys with guitars who milk their fey lachrymosity
Out on a friday I prop up the bar
I watch all the primates who never get far
With every delusion they strut round the city
They scratch in confusion overcome with lachrymosity
Why so sad, so sad, so sad, so sad, so sad
I’m a recipe for disaster
I’m a has-been no-good bastard
You’re much too good to me
I’m wrapped in lachrymosity
I’m a recipe for disaster
I’m a has-been no-good bastard
You’re much too good for me
I’m wrapped in lachrymosity
Wrapped in lachrymosity
Scourge of the middle class is a penchant for misery
They assume that sorrow is nigh on obligatory
Don’t get me wrong it all sounds quite pretty
Write some good songs and you’ll have some lachrymosity
You’ll get some lachrymosity
You’ll have some lachrymosity too