The Original Mixed Up Kid - Mott the Hoople

(ian hunter)

Sleeps with the ladies all night

Home in the morning light

To nothin'

Climbs in to an empty bed

Pillows around his head

Hide the tears he sheds

For no one

And byron said happiness is born it's twin

In those who share, for they will always win

But what about the man who tries so hard

But his heart is locked within

Must have been at the end of the line

When they gave out the forms to sign

For someone

And he can't make up his mind where he wants to go

Ain't there a heaven ain't there a hell well he just don't know

For in a crowded street he can see the sleet

When the other men just see the snow

The original mixed-up kid be on your conscience bound (?)

For you turned him upside down for nothin'