Your life is full of misery Well take something for it Or try to ignore it, don't give it to me You trapped me in this corner You're breathing it over me Next stop's the Royal Infirmary The room's started spinning I'm finding it hard to breath I think I'll have to leave, I need some air That little black cloud That follows you everywhere's Floating my way and it's raining despair Now I'm not immune to misery myself But it's just a bore in somebody else If you weren't allowed to talk of yourself You would have nothing to say Your life if full of misery Well take something for it Or try to ignore it, don't give it to me Your life is full of misery Well take something for it Or try to ignore it, don't give it to me You trapped me in this corner You're breathing it over me Next stop's the Royal Infirmary Now I'm not immune etc...