Syd Barret - No Man’s Land Lyrics

Tell me, tell me Don’t, if you? Stop that, that just upset yourself Listen, listen, if you ask in person I’ll stick to the joke, you know Yelling and sceaming, help me! All that in the afternoon, for that matter So she’d asked if we could stay with grace Maybe a day or a couple of weeks You know, until tuesday Pick up my mushrooms Clean my skin up Pick up some tissue Pick up the production It’s all fine! you know And she served the wine And cups for 3 or 4 people And that nonsense Gracie do her song, heavily spaced All the pink shine on war Explodes from beneath Don’t you would rather Be out the front door sometime Long ago instead of being Cooped up like a catched rat? Syd Barret Lyrics No Man’s Land Lyrics