Nutter Alert - Van Der Graaf Generator

It might come in a letter

Darkness falls in a telephone call;

I await the unexpected

With one ear to the party wall

Is it the pricking of the conscience

Is it the itching of hair shirt

Is it the dictionary definition

Of a precipice to skirt?

It’s the nutter alert

Though this face is familiar

Something in it has bred contempt;

I never asked for your opinion

Or your back-handed compliments

Oh, but here comes that special nonsense

All the words out in a spurt

The unhinging of the trolley

As the mouth begins to blurt…

It’s the nutter alert

I can see we’re in trouble

From that glint in the eye you’ve got;

There’s no sense to the story

Comprehensively lost, the plot

And how contorted is that logic

You so forcefully exert:

You’re a car crash in the making

Head-on, that’s a racing cert

It’s the nutter alert

This is the nutter alert