First published at 16:59 UTC on August 5th, 2019.
An original ditty for that much maligned section of society "the crazies". Hardly anyone writes a song for them (apart from Pink Floyd and Napoleon XIV).
Standard tuning, capo on 4th fret.
The old faithfull Yamaha CJ818SB recorded on my…
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An original ditty for that much maligned section of society "the crazies". Hardly anyone writes a song for them (apart from Pink Floyd and Napoleon XIV).
Standard tuning, capo on 4th fret.
The old faithfull Yamaha CJ818SB recorded on my mobile.
People walk so slow
It grinds me, oh no
I never want to go
Where they want me to go
La la lala, la la lala
The white coats are coming
People talk so fast
It grinds me, oh blast
I never could quite see
What they want me to see
La la lala, la la lala
The white coats are coming
They're coming for me, oh
As far as I can tell
But then I am not reliable
People just can't hear
It grinds me, oh dear
I never want to say
What might take out their day
La la lala, la la lala
The white coats are coming
People just don't know
It grinds me, just so
I never want to go
Where they'll find me, oh no
La la lala, la la lala
The white coats are coming
They're coming for me, oh
As far as I can tell
But then I am not reliable
La la lala, la la lala
The white coats are coming
La la lala, la la lala
The white coats are here...
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