Through the Looking Glass Songtext

von Mott The Hoople

Feeling ugly - feeling low - morning, mirror - you ain't no rose.
And did I mean it - or did I lie - or did I dream it.
Oh, Christ I'm tired.

Why did you have to grin - now the blood runs down my chin
You know you painted too much blue 'n' I'm younger than that too

Oh mirror - what did I do to you?
You're my voyeur - see every line - chase them to destinations
On through time -
You're my diary- the bitter truth - unexpurgated - my misspent youth.

Do you have to paint teeth green - when they're snowy white and clean.
Do you have to make eyes red - make them clear 'n' fresh instead
Oh mirror - I wish you'd lose your head.

Sometimes I'm on a gig - and I'm feeling kinda good.
I run and look at you just like a pop-star would.
But you just glare at me - with stark accusing eyes
That say "Your make-up's good......" I'd like to.....

I'll never look at you again - 'cause I'm really not that vain.
Seven years bad luck ain't too long - but before I smash you, hear this song.

Oh mirror - I'm sorry - you where wrong.