Tumble down the stairs
Cracked in the morning
Screaming cherubs in my head
Shooting arrows all around
It ain't enough to make me frown
Well, turn on the television, open the papers
The headlines shout about
We're on our knees, the end is really nigh
That ain't enough to make me cry, no
The return of inspiration, the return of inspiration
Little big man, workin' the city
He plays for money, plays for women
He must think he's so tall
Dunno, maybe no one told him that he's small
Ten fingers piggy, counting the pennies
Well, that old meanies only happy
When he's talking you down
That ain't enough to make me frown
The return of inspiration, the return of inspiration
Ain't got no problems, no, just complications
End of confusion, the return of inspiration
The return of inspiration, the return of serotonin