Bats In The Belfry

'the attitude here is one of anger, bordering on insanity; a mood we all had to Get into to do this song. broken strings, a dozen picks, a lot of coffee and 10 Drum sticks!! I'm a poet and I don't even know it! ha!!' I'm getting sick and tired of wasting all my time And trying to read between your lines It's hard to see yourself, when the mirror's cracked Why don't you try to see the signs It's time to realise It's not that hard to see Just open up your eyes I've got bats in the belfry Why not take all of me, or was this all in vain I'm crying out 'don't take me down with you' My pain and all your problems are coming to the boil So tired of all the hell I've been put through It's time to realise It's not that hard to see Just open up your eyes I've got bats in the belfry Why don't you listen I'm trying to help you You don't, don't give a damn Why can't you hear me I'm trying to save you You don't give a, you don't, don't give a damn Anxiety attacks as confusion rips at the mind Help me, my head is spinning round and round Help me, I guess you'll never know untill it hits you in the face like a bat I sit here in my room without too much to say At least I'll live to see another day, no thanks to you Too late to realise It wasn't that hard to see Just open up your eyes I've got bats in the belfry