Lyrics King Crimson

King Crimson

ProzaKc Blues

Well I woke up this morning

In a, In a cloud of despair

I ran my hand across my head

And pulled out a pile of worried hair

I went to my physician

Who was buried in his thoughts

He said, "Son, you've been reading too much Elephant Talk"

(Chit-chat)

He said, "The thing about depression is,

well, you just can't let it get you down.

You have to see the world for what it is:

a circus full of freaks and clowns

and you'll never please everybody,

it's a well established fact."

He said, "I recommend a fifth of Jack and a bottle of Prozac"

What can you give a man

Who has everything?

Can you give him back his edge?

Can you make him want to sing?

No, you can only take from him,

and there's nothing he can do.

I've got the "driving me to drink and eat a bottle of Prozac" blues.

Well, I woke up this morning and I shaved off my head.

By the time I realized what I had done, I was already dead

I went to see the gatekeeper who was standing by Heaven's door

He said, "I hope you brought a good supply of... you know"

(Oh, don't worry)