The brain is screaming and the thoughts are howling
I’m way down in the dumps tonight.
There's a drug in the shadows that won’t make you high
And insomnia prowls throughout the night.
Sleep is now so rare and you feel that you could cry,
And it’s a killer lying on the sweat stained sheets.
Oh, and deep in the mind where the nightmares are rising,
Oh, I swear I felt a seizure making the heartbeat stutter,
I was starting to squirm in the heat.
Oh, maybe there’s just sod all left in this cruel world,
That's nothing short of a fight.
And wherever I am and wherever I go,
Nothing’s gonna seem quite right.
But I feel knocked out,
I feel spark out right now,
Before the birds chirp at dawn.
So I gotta make the most of the long nights forever.
When they’re over you know,
I can still feel so alone.
Like a prat who just fell
I'll be tired when the morning comes.
When the night is over
Like a prat who just fell
I'll be counting sheep until there’s none.
Like a prat who just fell
I'll be tired when the morning comes.
But when the day’s no fun, and the sun goes down,
And I’m up and down to the loo,
Then like a pillock before the gates of heaven,
I don’t know where to turn or what to do.
I'm gonna count the sheep, I’m gonna count the rams
Even the ones in the field stood next to the dyke.
When the weather is hot and the ewes are hungry,
And the darkness is gonna turn to light.
Nothing ever grows in the rotten old field.
And every blade of grass comes at a cost.
There’s nothing but rocks
Nothing fills the gaping holes
Another’s night of sleep is utterly lost.
And I know I’ll be knackered if I ever go out,
And maybe I’ll sleep if I do,
But with every irregular beat I've got left in my heart,
I know I’ll always be blue.
Well, if I gotta be tired I know I don’t wanna be tired
Counting bloody sheep if I do.
Well, if I gotta be tired you know I don’t wanna be tired—
Gotta be tired, you know I don’t wanna be tired—
Gotta be tired, you know I don’t wanna be tired
Counting through the night—
Counting through the night—
Counting through the night the ewes.
Oh, maybe there’s just sod all left in this cruel world,
That's nothing short of a fight.
And wherever I am and wherever I go,
Nothing’s gonna seem quite right.
But I feel knocked out,
I feel spark out right now,
Before the birds chirp at dawn.
So I gotta make the most of the long nights forever.
When they’re over you know,
I can still feel so alone.
Like a prat who just fell
I'll be tired when the morning comes.
When the night is over
Like a prat who just fell
I'll be counting sheep until there’s none.
Like a prat who just fell
I'll be tired when the morning comes.
But when the day’s no fun, and the sun goes down,
And I’m up and down to the loo,
Then like a pillock before the gates of heaven,
I don’t know where to turn or what to do.
I can see myself tearing out my hair
Faster than any other man has ever done.
And my life is raw but my soul is ripe.
But no one's gonna stop me now,
I'm gonna make my escape.
I can't stop thinking what next to do,
But I never see the sudden curves until it's way too late.
But I never see the sudden curve 'til it's way too late.
Then I'm lying under a duvet in my pit when the drugs are done.
Bored and bitter at the thought of what life is now like.
And I know other folk out there must be going through hell.
And the last thing I see is a sheep
Still bleating,
Breaking out of the field and running away,
Unlike a prat who just fell.
Then I'm lying under a duvet in my pit when the drugs are done.
Bored and bitter at the thought of what life is now like.
And I know other folk out there must be going through hell.
And the last thing I see is a sheep
Still bleating,
Breaking out of the field and running away,
Unlike a prat who just fell.
Unlike a prat who just fell.
Unlike a prat who just fell.
Unlike a prat who just fell.
Oh, Unlike a prat who just fell.
Unlike a prat who just fell.
Ohhh! I’m the prat who just fell
It's been a while!
Trouble at mill
post concussion syndrome - failure to recognize family members
Living along with a TBI
Being a bit idiotic.
