Album: Martha Splatterhead's Maddest Stories Ever Told (1988)

Losing Your Mind

The memories slowly slip away
Your brain rotting more everyday
Can't remember friends of old
Withered and grey they surround you
Losing, losing your mind
You haven't got a clue

I hold your hand
You wonder why
Squeeze it real tight
I can't help but cry
Lead you to your room
It's dark and bare
Nothing left for you
You just sit
Sit and stare
Sit and stare
Sit and stare
Sit and stare