You're the kind of person
You meet at certain dismal dull affairs
Center of a crowd, talking much too loud
Running up and down the stairs
Well, it seems to me that you have seen too much in too few years
And though You've tried you just can't hide
Your eyes are edged with tears
You better stop
Look around
Here it comes, here it comes, here it comes, here it comes
Here comes your nine-teenth nervous breakdown
When you we're a child
You we're treated kind
But you we're never brought up right
You we're always spoiled with a thousand toys
But still you cried all night
Your mother who neglected you
Owes a million dollars tax
And your fathers still perfecting ways of making sealing wax
You better stop, look around
Here it comes, here it comes, here it comes, here it comes
Here comes your nine-teenth nervous breakdown
Oh, who's to blame, that girls just insane
Well nothing I do don't seem to work,
It only seems to make matters worse oh please
You we're still in school
When you had that fool
Who really messed your mind
And after that you turned your back
On treating people kind
On our first trip
I tried so hard to rearrange your mind
But after while I realized you we're disarranging mine
You better stop, look around
Here it comes, here it comes, here it comes, here it comes
Here comes your nine-teenth nervous breakdown
Here comes your nine-teenth nervous breakdown
Here comes your nine-teenth nervous breakdown
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Lyrics submitted by Eric Blair.