Mad Dog Days

Written by: 
J. Martyn, A. Thomson
1 Nov 1984

You sit in your room, pretending to cry.
You seem so unwilling to try.
I say what you're selling is just a lie,
And I know that your price is far too high.

Every night and every day,
I show you my picture, you just throw the frame away.
But I let you think you've got little to say;
I can't look at your face any more.

O they're - mad dog days,
I said, only just mad dog days.
In the - mad dog days.
I don't care if it's true,
Between me and you:
I can't see you through.
Please, let me say goodbye.

I never get used to you.
I never, could never get used to you.
I never get used to you.
I never get used to you.

You don't see my dream; I don't see your romance.
You make me feel like a dancer, but you don't care to dance.
You see me hit the bottle, and you hit the sack.
I go ratbat racing on the flat of my back.

In these - mad dog days;
I call them - mad dog days.
I know they're - mad dog days.
I don't care if it's true,
Between me and you;
I can't see you through.
Please, let me say goodbye.

I never get used to you.
I never get used to you.
I never get used to you.
I never, never, never, never get used to you.

'Cause you, you keep sitting in your lonely little room;
You never, never, never come out at all.
You, you keep sitting in your little darkened room.
You are not willing to try,
Pretending to cry,
You're telling a lie.
O please, just say goodbye.

I never get used to you.
I don't want to get used to you.
I never get used to you.
I never, never, no, could never get used to you.

I know, I never get used to you.
(Don't you cry here.)
I never get used to you.
(Stop crying, lying.)
I never get used to you.
You know, could never get used to you...

muffnote:
In a German interview from the period, John clarified that this song was inspired by the quarreling musicians that made the recording of Sapphire difficult and his singing impossible, which is why he finished the album in Glasgow.

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