The first thing I remember   Was the friction in the room   And that brown spinet piano   That never played in tune      The cruel impatient tyrant   The frustrated malcontent   The need to find the pieces   And the absence of cement      No one ever told me about the right way to love   And no one ever showed me what we're supposed to be made of   So don't be too forthright about what you think that I should be   And I'll willingly accept your low opinion of me      The last thing I remember   Was the slamming of the door   And the resonance of my imperfection   Broke the silence once more      The selfish angry bastard   Who doesn't want to hear   I tried to learn compassion   You turned the other ear      No one ever told me about the right way to love   And no one ever showed me what we're supposed to be made of   So don't be too forthright about what you think that I should be   And I'll willingly accept your low opinion of me      The worn out broken record   Who doesn't fit the mold   The righteous independent   The mood so harsh and cold      Momma never told me about the right way to love   And Daddy never showed me what we're supposed to be made of   So don't be too forthright about what you think that I should be   And I'll willingly accept your low opinion of me