No problem. No problem   No problem. No problem   No problem. No problem   No problem      Right. Right. Right      My cigarette burns yellow then it burns blue   I'm heading due south, was it blanks we fired at you?   Downtown Saturday, uptown Monday morning   The telephone rings, it leaves me yawning.   This ain't no show, this is for real   The candles all burn for you, love, just for you   While the ceiling goes round and round   And round and round and round   And round for me.   Lights out. Shall we go to sleep?   Is it just a show? Is it just a dream?   Digging tunnels under your back door   Should I ride the carpet?   Should I lock the door?   The fool on the hill knows all's not well   Keep a candle burning for me   You're at peace, the rope is tight   I watch you change colour in broad daylight.      Breakdown is on it's way   Breakdown in the month of May   Breakdown and cry, lay down and die   Goodbye, goodbye.      Breakdown is on it's way   Breakdown in a month or a day   Breakdown and cry, lay down and die   Goodbye, goodbye.      Right! Right! Right!      I'm a dinosaur of the working class   Antiseptic mouthwash   And a suppository up my arse   When we do right no-one remembers   We do wrong no-one forgets   Deliver me from evil   Deliver me a paper      And this fool on the hill knows all's not well   No, not well   Keep a candle burning bright - right!      Breakdown is on it's way   Breakdown in the month of May   Breakdown and cry, lay down and die   Goodbye, goodbye.      Breakdown is on it's way   Breakdown in a month or a day   Breakdown and cry, lay down and die   Goodbye, goodbye