19th Nervous Breakdown Lyrics

You're the kind of person 
You meet at certain dismal dull affairs. 
Center of a crowd, talking much too loud 
Running up and down the stairs. 
Well, it seems to me that you have seen too much in too few years. 
And though you've tried you just can't hide 
Your eyes are edged with tears. 

You better stop 
Look around 
Here it comes, here it comes, here it comes, here it comes 
Here comes your nine-teenth nervous breakdown. 

When you were a child 
You were treated kind 
But you were never brought up right. 
You were always spoiled with a thousand toys 
But still you cried all night. 
Your mother who neglected you 
Owes a million dollars tax. 
And your father's still perfecting ways of making ceiling wax. 

You better stop, look around 
Here it comes, here it comes, here it comes, here it comes 
Here comes your nilne-teenth nervous breakdown. 

Oh, who's to blame, that girl's just insane. 
Well nothing I do don't seem to work, 
It only seems to make matters worse.  Oh please. 

You were still in school 
When you had that fool 
Who really messed your  mind. 
And after that you turned your back 
On treating people kind. 
On our first trip 
I tried so hard to rearrange your mind. 
But after while I realized you were disarranging mine. 

You better stop, look around 
Here it comes, here it comes, here it comes, here it comes 
Here comes your nine-teenth nervous breakdown. 
Here comes your nine-teenth nervous breakdown 
Here comes your nine-teenth nervous breakdown