'the attitude here is one of anger, bordering on insanity; a mood we all had to   Get into to do this song. broken strings, a dozen picks, a lot of coffee and 10   Drum sticks!! I'm a poet and I don't even know it! ha!!'      I'm getting sick and tired of wasting all my time   And trying to read between your lines   It's hard to see yourself, when the mirror's cracked   Why don't you try to see the signs   It's time to realise   It's not that hard to see   Just open up your eyes   I've got bats in the belfry   Why not take all of me, or was this all in vain   I'm crying out 'don't take me down with you'   My pain and all your problems are coming to the boil   So tired of all the hell I've been put through   It's time to realise   It's not that hard to see   Just open up your eyes   I've got bats in the belfry   Why don't you listen   I'm trying to help you   You don't, don't give a damn   Why can't you hear me   I'm trying to save you   You don't give a, you don't, don't give a damn   Anxiety attacks as confusion rips at the mind   Help me, my head is spinning round and round   Help me, I guess you'll never know untill it hits you in the face like a bat   I sit here in my room without too much to say   At least I'll live to see another day, no thanks to you   Too late to realise   It wasn't that hard to see   Just open up your eyes   I've got bats in the belfry