I’m standing on a corner Licking my ice cream The sun is shining The grass is everso green I’m leaning on a brick wall Just leaning on a brick wall
Your eyes are shining Smiling up at me You say I’ve got a mind like a funeral dance But it’s all the same to me It’s all the same to me I’m leaning on a brick wall And it’s all the same to me
As the going gets harder Your voice drags on and on I’ve got the body of a martyr But my mind’s just not that strong It’s not that strong
I’ve got a private torture And I’ve had enough of it An isolated torment wracking my brain And my mind can’t cope with it My mind can’t cope with it I’m leaning on a brick wall And my mind can’t cope with it