Neurotica

I can't understand why I'm doing this again and again
I don't wanna wake up each mornin'
Wishing I was dead
Yesterday's blues was playing in my head
When life devises a night
I'm trying to find my baby

I've got myself a new brother
At the age of twenty-four
Not the same mother not father
What is it for?
Too late for regret
It's inconceivable
Yes, it is
And I'm stuck with proof
The red wine is thicker than blood

I don't wanna talk
No, I don't wanna do anything
High on my blackbird
And I've lost both of my wings
Lucky, look at me
Still got the change to sail
But the sun has lost the rhyme
And my voice keeps on trembling!