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The Return of...

Tumbled down the stairs
Cracked in the morning
Screaming cherubs in my head
Shooting arrows all around
It ain't enough to make me frown

Well, turned on the television
Opened the papers
The headlines shout about
We're on our knees, the end is really nigh
That ain't enough to make me cry, no

The return of inspiration
The return of inspiration
Little big man
Work in the city
He plays some modern plays for women
He must think he's so tall
I dunno, maybe no one told him that he's small

Ten fingers piggy
Counting the pennies
Well, that don't mean he's only happy
When he's talking you down
That ain't enough to make me frown
The return of inspiration
The return of inspiration

Ain't got no problems
No, just complications
And no confusion the return of inspiration
The return of inspiration
The return of serotonin