Breakdown and Cry (Lay Down and Die - Goodbye)

No problem. No problem
No problem. No problem
No problem. No problem
No problem
Right. Right. Right
My cigarette burns yellow then it burns blue
I’m heading due south, was it blanks we fired at you?
Downtown Saturday, uptown Monday morning
The telephone rings, it leaves me yawning
This ain’t no show, this is for real
The candles all burn for you, love, just for you
While the ceiling goes round and round
And round and round and round
And round for me
Lights out. Shall we go to sleep?
Is it just a show? Is it just a dream?
Digging tunnels under your back door
Should I ride the carpet?
Should I lock the door?
The fool on the hill knows all’s not well
Keep a candle burning for me
You’re at peace, the rope is tight
I watch you change colour in broad daylight
Breakdown is on it’s way
Breakdown in the month of May
Breakdown and cry, lay down and die
Goodbye, goodbye
Breakdown is on it’s way
Breakdown in a month or a day
Breakdown and cry, lay down and die
Goodbye, goodbye
Right! Right! Right!
I’m a dinosaur of the working class
Antiseptic mouthwash
And a suppository up my arse
When we do right no-one remembers
We do wrong no-one forgets
Deliver me from evil
Deliver me a paper
And this fool on the hill knows all’s not well
No, not well
Keep a candle burning bright — right!
Breakdown is on it’s way
Breakdown in the month of May
Breakdown and cry, lay down and die
Goodbye, goodbye
Breakdown is on it’s way
Breakdown in a month or a day
Breakdown and cry, lay down and die
Goodbye, goodbye