Cracking Up

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Cracking up, I'm getting ready to go,

had enough, I can't take any more.

No pills that I can take,

this is too real and there ain't no escape.

It scares the daylights, it makes a nightmare,

I'm tensioned and I'm nervous.

Everybody, all around me,

shakin' hands and sayin' howdie.

I don't think it's funny no more.

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Cracking up like a worn out shoe,

ain't wet but the world's leakin' through.

I'd run but I find no pace,

I laugh but it's wrecking me, wrecking me.

It make a shiver, it make a shake,

it make a monster just like an earthquake.

Everybody havin' fun,

I don't know how they can carry on.

'Cause I don't think it's funny no more.

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At dead of night time, at crack of dawn,

it comes upon me without warning.

If I were a gunman I would shoot,

I'd tear the hair out by the root.

I'd make a knife out of a notion,

all at sea in an ocean of a emotion.

I don't think it's funny no more.

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(Repeat and Fade Out)

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I don't think it's funny no more. Cracking up.