Ask Marcelle

Hey, Lookout Mountain, tell me, what do you see?
The blinds of my youth being poured over me?
I take a photograph of myself
To remind me of times when I’m back in the health scene
Come on and give it up
If it’s just bringing you down
Always getting around to it
And I ask myself, are we really living
Or just stuck, addicted to psychotic religion?
And how can I read all those books on my shelf
When I’m down on my luck, getting back in the health scene?
Come on and give it up
If it’s just bringing you down
Always getting around to it
It’s just hard to be by yourself
When you stare in the mirror at somebody else
Buddy, oh, you’re just looking so thin
Now you’re down on your knees, begging for love
Come on and give it up
If it’s just bringing you down
Always getting around
Come on and give it up
If it’s just bringing you down
Always getting around to it