Ain't no money on the ceiling

Ain't no ceiling on the floor

Got that terrifying feeling

You don't love me anymore

You wanna get high
But you don't know just why
Ain't no whiskey in the Talbot
Ain't no sugar in your tea
There's an answer to it all but
You're still mystifying me
You wanna get high, it's in your blood supply
The time will go by like a neuron in the sky
Ain't no honey back in Norway
Ain't no crowner in your past
Must have blown it in the doorway
On those sugar coated hands
You wanna get high
And find out, you know why
If you try you'll mind just flows on by
And you're stupefied, oh, yeah

Stupefied, oh, yeah stupefied, oh, yeah

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Writer(s): Robyn Hitchcock