Song parody of
The Illness Of The Lonesome
by Lewis Alan K.
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Well it's Friday night again
Cigarettes and friends
Merry smiles all around you
But it keeps getting harder
To join in with the banter
When all the while the heart bleeds lone and blue
Master of deceit
You got them to believe
Your life's goddamn happier than theirs
But that little mascarade
Don't nearly keep at bay
The demons who come whispering in your ears
Some days, you shine like the sun
Some days, you just about hanging on
It's a struggle every day
It's a long and loathsome way
Battling the illness of the lonesome
Years of traveling round
Till the road life wore you down
And got you begging hard on both knees
Now you spend your days at home
No calls on the telephone
Long gone the friendships from overseas
In the dead of night
Anxiety eats you up
Shadows from the past you'd left behind
It's the weight of the fears
You've been carrying all those years
Come crushing through the gateways of your mind
Some days, you shine like the sun
Some days, you just about hanging on
It's a struggle everyday
It's a long and loathsome way
When you battling the illness of the lonesome
Well it's Friday night again
Cigarettes and friends
Merry smiles all around you
But it keeps getting harder
To join in with the banter
When all the while the heart bleeds lone and blue
Master of deceit
You got them to believe
Your life's goddamn happier than theirs
But that little mascarade
Don't nearly keep at bay
The demons who come whispering in your ears
Some days, you shine like the sun
Some days, you just about hanging on
It's a struggle every day
It's a long and loathsome way
Battling the illness of the lonesome
Years of traveling round
Till the road life wore you down
And got you begging hard on both knees
Now you spend your days at home
No calls on the telephone
Long gone the friendships from overseas
In the dead of night
Anxiety eats you up
Shadows from the past you'd left behind
It's the weight of the fears
You've been carrying all those years
Come crushing through the gateways of your mind
Some days, you shine like the sun
Some days, you just about hanging on
It's a struggle everyday
It's a long and loathsome way
When you battling the illness of the lonesome
