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A Million Manias

This song is by Marc And The Mambas and appears on the album Torment And Toreros (1983).

And always in the punch-drunk morning
Coffee old, toast turned cold
Orange marmalade and old shoe leather

A line of vitamins
To purify the several sins
That help to hold my shadowed soul together

I trembled with the million things
The taxi driver starts to sing
One of my songs, one that I like the least

He says, "That was the only one I liked"
My face cracks, my misery
Increased. Oh my misery
"Oh my misery"

A million maniacs every day
To keep my sanity at bay
A million manias to make me suffer

The phone rings constantly
I feel the need to throw a fit
Or throw the phone, it hits the wall
I fall and dribble
up to several inches small

And there's a voice in my right ear
A voice in my left ear
It's getting hard to hear and
Claustrophobia smothers me with fear

I need a gun to blow my brains
Or blow the brains of any
Sucker standing in my way, today
Look out!

(Bang bang, shoot shoot)
(Bang bang, shoot shoot)
(Look out, look out, look out!)

(Bang bang, shoot shoot)
(Bang bang, shoot shoot)
(Look out, look out, look out!)

A million manias every day
To keep my sanity at bay
A million manias to make me suffer

A million manias weigh me down
Neurosis forcing me to drown
This couldn't happen to any other
Dog or its mother, brother

And pulled each way by wild dogs
And I sway just like a corpse
Upon a rope turning green with nausea
And a shade of white with anger
A touch of purple right 'round the throat

And I wallow in my sea of doom
And stretch out in a private tomb
A man in grey to come and get me soon

A rhapsody of suffering
As a thousand wailing souls
Hold out their hands for bits of me
To pin up as morbid momentos
In their rooms

And then my knee bangs on the table
And my fist hammers the door
Eyes fall back in their sockets
And my friends ask me to stop it
And my cheeks implode
And my teeth shoot out on the floor

And I pick up all the pieces
And I glue them back together
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And an angry ?

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