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AUSFÜHRENDE KÜNSTLER:INNEN
Bill Wyman
Bill Wyman
Bassgitarre
Brian Jones
Brian Jones
E-Gitarre
Charlie Watts
Charlie Watts
Schlagzeug
Ian Stewart
Ian Stewart
Klavier
Keith Richards
Keith Richards
Begleitgesang
Mick Jagger
Mick Jagger
Leadgesang
KOMPOSITION UND LIEDTEXT
Mick Jagger
Mick Jagger
Songwriter:in
Keith Richards
Keith Richards
Songwriter:in
The Rolling Stones
The Rolling Stones
Arrangeur:in
PRODUKTION UND TECHNIK
Andrew Loog Oldham
Andrew Loog Oldham
Produzent:in
Dave Hassinger
Dave Hassinger
Ingenieur:in

Songteksten

[Verse 1]
You're the kind of person you meet at certain
Dismal, dull affairs
Centre of a crowd, talkin' much too loud
Runnin' up and down the stairs
Well, it seems to me that you have seen
Too much in too few years
And though you try, you just can't hide
Your eyes are edged with tears
[Chorus]
You better stop
And look around
Here it comes, here it comes
Here it comes, here it comes
Here comes your 19th nervous breakdown
[Verse 2]
When you were a child you were treated kind
But 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 father's still perfecting ways
Of makin' sealing wax
[Chorus]
You better stop
And look around
Here it comes, here it comes
Here it comes, here it comes
Here comes your 19th nervous breakdown
[Bridge]
Oh, who's to blame?
That girl's just insane
Well, nothin' I do don't seem to work
It only seems to make matters worse
Oh, please
[Verse 3]
You was failin' school when you had that fool
Who really messed your mind
And after that, you turned your back
On treatin' people kind
On our first trip, I tried so hard
To rearrange your mind
But after a while, I realized
You were disarranging mine
[Chorus]
You better stop
And look around
Here it comes, here it comes
Here it comes, here it comes
Here comes your 19th nervous breakdown
[Bridge]
Oh, who's to blame?
That girl's just insane
Well, nothin' I do don't seem to work
It only seems to make matters worse
Oh, please
[Verse 4]
When you were a child you were treated kind
But never brought up right
You were always spoiled with a thousand toys
And still you cried all night
Your mother who neglected you
Owes a million dollars tax
And your father's still perfecting ways
Of makin' sealing wax
[Chorus]
You better stop
And look around
Here it comes
Here comes your 19th nervous breakdown
[Outro]
Here comes your 19th nervous breakdown
Here comes your 19th nervous breakdown
Here comes your 19th nervous breakdown
Here comes your 19th nervous breakdown
Here comes your 19th nervous breakdown
Written by: Keith Richards, Mick Jagger
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