Gone, Gone, Gone — Echo & The Bunnymen

My head is like an unblocked drain My head is full of brains My instincts are to kiss this train I hear it coming

You're conscious says mind how you go Your ________ still says no Your morals ebb Your morals flow Your mouth is running

Though all the rules do not apply And mine is not to reason why Gone, gone, gone

My arms are like two shipyard crains That may not work again My fortunes wax My fortunes wane My sense is sundered

A carpet cheer A cheerless heart The path i darn not to jot ________ against not quite the parts Someone has blundered

Though all the rules do not apply And mine is not to reason why Gone, gone, gone

To all this grand old scheme of things To all the pain it brings To all those who pull the strings I bid good ridence

Surpass the time to call it a phrase I meant a million was To counterfit my solid days And split the difference

Though all the rules do not apply And mine is not to reason why Though all the rules do not apply And mine is not to reason why Gone, gone, gone