An' here I sit so patiently;
Waiting to find out what price;
You have to pay to get out of;
Going through all these things twice.
We're idiots, babe.;
It's a wonder we can even feed ourselves.
It's so impossible to even learn the tune.
You've gone to the finest school all right, Miss Lonely
He got an all girl orchestra and when he says;
"Strike up the band," they hit it
A saxophone someplace far off played
I'm hungry and I'm irritable;
And I'm tired of this bag of tricks.;
At one time there was nothing wrong with me;
That you could not fix.
Radiant jewel, mystical wife.
People disagreeing on all just about everything, yeah,;
Makes you stop and all wonder why.
If you get close to her, kiss her once for me
Well my sense of humanity has gone down the drain
I can smile in the face of mankind.;
Don't even remember what her lips felt like on mine;
Most of the time.
Whatever you wanted;
Slipped out of my mind
But does anyone hear the music they play
Does anyone even try?
But when Quinn the Eskimo gets here,;
All the pigeons gonna run to him.
I hate myself for lovin' you and the weakness that it showed;
You were just a painted face on a trip down Suicide Road
People disagreeing everywhere you look,;
Makes you wanna stop and read a book.
And I'll tell it and think it and speak it and breathe it
Oh, jewels and binoculars hang from the head of the mule
I must be guilty of something,;
You just whisper it into my ear.
Not one more night, not one more kiss,;
Not this time baby, no more of this,;
Takes too much skill, takes too much will,;
It's revealing.
Cities on fire, phones out of order
I'll see you later when I'm not so out of my head,;
Maybe next time I'll let the dead bury the dead.
Don't you cry and don't you die and don't you burn
I'm listening to Neil Young, I gotta turn up the sound;
Someone's always yelling turn it down
It was then that I got up to leave;
But she said, "Don't forget,;
Everybody must give something back;
For something they get."
When I met you, baby,;
You didn't show no visible scars.
Everybody's doin' something,;
I heard it in a dream,;
But when there's too much of nothing,;
It just makes a fella mean.
Are you still my friend, baby, show me a sign
