Year: 1989 - Album: Forty Licks
Written by Mick Jagger/Keith Richards
E 1. 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. A Well, it seems to me that you have seen too much in too few years, E and though you've tried you just can't hide your eyes are edged with tears. B A E A You better stop - look around, here it comes, here it comes, here it comes, E here it comes, here comes your nineteenth nervous breakdown. E 2. 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. A Your mother who neglected you owes a million dollars tax, E and your father's still perfecting ways of making sealing wax. B A E A You better stop - look around, here it comes, here it comes, here it comes, E here it comes, here comes your nineteenth nervous breakdown. B E Oh, who's to blame, that girl's just insane, well nothing I do don't seem to work, B E It only seems to make matters worse. Oh please. E 3. You were still in school when you had that fool who really messed your mind, and after that you turned your back on treating people kind. A On our first trip I tried so hard to rearrange your mind, E but after a while I realized you were disarranging mine. B A E A You better stop, look around, here it comes, here it comes, here it comes, E here it comes, here comes your nine-teenth nervous breakdown, Here comes your nine-teenth nervous breakdown.....