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Skyclad

Genres: Metal

Helium Lyrics - Skyclad

Pray for my poor melancholy soul, 

I've cried so many tears inside - 

My head's a goldfish bowl. 

A mood so deep - so far above you all, 

With no one there to catch me if i fall. 

 

This is your man in the street reporting, 

And so far all we've got is that a regular guy is on a ledge up high - 

He's had enough of the irregular lot. 

And in the World exclusive live tonight 

Brought to you via satelilite - 

The last sane man heard frankly speaking 

'bout the 'ups and downs' of leaping 

He says... 

 

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[Chorus:] 

I'm lighter than air - i haven't a care, 

Still gravity poulls me under, 

Credibility gaps - gullability fills - 

They were bringing me down (no wonder) 

Square pegs, round holes, last dregs, own goals 

Monkey puzzle my fist won't fot inside 

Every day nothing new, black and white deja-vu, 

Makes me feel i wanna spread my wings and glide. 

 

Should i look - should i leap from this unfairy story? 

My life and my filofax flashing before me 

Fly like a rock from the roof to the basement, 

The last thing to go through my mind was the pavement! 

 

(Falling out of love with life.) 

 

Photos 

 

Here's the latest news flash update 

on the wall street situation 

Seems he wants to have his song played live upon our T.V station 

It's a lyric he just wrote 

The bleatings of a social scapegoat, 

Thirty years under the weather - at the end of a SHORT TETHER 

it goes... 

 

I'm lighter than air - i haven't a care, 

Still gravity poulls me under, 

Credibility gaps - gullability fills - 

They were bringing me down (no wonder) 

Square pegs, round holes, last dregs, own goals 

Monkey puzzle my fist won't fit inside 

Every day nothing new, black and white deja-vu, 

Makes me feel i wanna spread my wings and glide. 

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