Citadel - Child's Blues Lyrics

I hope I'll find some peace of mind at last
But my thoughts they run so fast
But they don't sell thrills
No they don't sell thrills
The highs high, the lows so low
Bound to give me chills
Life's like a raindrop on a hot tin roof
Maybe you'll understand the groove
Oh won't you sell thrills?
Why won't you sell me no thrills?
The highs high, the lows so low
Bound to give me chills
My puppet on her strings, she's so ill, I think I've got to sanitise her
Before I go on to fantasise yeah
But they don't sell thrills
No they don't sell thrills
The highs high, the lows so low
Bound to give me chills
As soon as Ma and Pa come home, it'll be plain mediocracy
Once again
So now I'll take a glimpse down madness
Only realm to make you feel free
Oh that's how it's supposed to be
All of tomorrow is a thousand miles away
Leaves me just this melancholy day
But it don't sell thrills
No it don't sell thrills
The highs high, the lows so low...
Bound to give me chills