19th Nervous Breakdown - The Rolling Stones You're the kind of person You meet at certain dismal dull affairs. Center of a crowd, talking much too loud Running up and down the stairs. Well, it seems to me that you have seen too much in too few years. And though you've tried you just can't hide Your eyes are edged with tears. You better stop Look around Here it comes, here it comes, here it comes, here it comes Here comes your nineteenth nervous breakdown. When you were a child You were treated kind But you were never brought up right. You were always spoiled with a thousand toys But still you cried all night. Your mother who neglected you Owes a Million Dollars Tax. And your fathers still perfecting ways of making sealing wax. You better stop, look around Here it comes, here it comes, here it comes, here it comes Here comes your nineteenth nervous breakdown. Oh, who's to blame, that girl's just insane. Well nothing I do don't seem to work, It only seems to make