I've done everything that can be done to heal this wound   Left it on it's own for years      I've done everything that can be done to heal this wound   Left it on it's own for years   Couldn't touch it, didn't pick it, didn't get it wet   It didn't stop the bleeding      I bandaged it, I wrapped it, stitched it, tourniqueted it   I held it stiff & aching in the air   Held it there til I went beserk   Didn't sleep   It didn't work   Didn't stop it weeping      And the wound is your life   And your life took on a life of it's own   (Or so you foolishly thought)   And your life rolled on over me Bang-Bang like 56 train wheels   Every time I heard news of you      And the wound was in every lousy song on the radio      And the pain was like a tree-fern in the dark, damp, forgotten places   Darkness didn't stop her growing   New-born baby cells dividing..   Curled up tight unrolling day by day   Stretching up, stretching out   Forming the same identical shape   Clones. There ain't too much sadder than   Clones - relentlessly emerging from the hairy heart of the wound      And the fern is beautiful in it's own way   Uncurling in the dark   Beautiful with no one there to see it   As the would weeps & aches      (Now there's some sad things known to the man from the planet Marzipan)