Insomnia - Mike Candys, Jack Holiday, Christopher S

Deep in the busom of the gentle night,

Is when I search for the light, Pick up my pen and start to write.

I struggle and fight dark forces in the clear moonlight,

Without fear.

Insomnia.

I can’t get no sleep.

I can’t get no sleep.

I used to worry, Thought I was going mad in a hurry,

Gettin' stressed makin' excess mess in darkness.

No electricity, Something’s all over me, Greasy,

Insomnia, Please release me and let me dream of,

Makin' mad love to my girl on the heath,

Tearin' off tights with my teeth.

But there’s no release, No peace, I toss and turn without cease,

Like a curse, Open my eyes, Rise like yeast.

At least a couple of weeks since I last slept, Kept takin' sleepers.

But now I keep myself pep.

Deeper still, The night, I write by candle-light I find insight,

Fundamental movement.

So when it’s black, This insomnia takin'-original-tack (?)

Keep the beast in my nature under ceaseless attack.

I gets no sleep.

Iiiii caaaan’t get nooo sleeeeep.

I can’t get no sleep.

I can’t get no sleep.

I need to sleep, I can’t get no sleep.

I need to sleep, I can’t get no sleep…