I don't want to be your party doll    All flaked out in Tinsel Town    Circus mouth shooting all directions    With T.V. ads that sell erections       I got no clue what they want to do with you    It's just getting through, getting through to you       Living outside the misdemeanor    Some get lost and some are screamers    It's easy to tell the great pretender    Broken wings and flip top fenders       I got no clue what they want to do with you    It's just getting through, getting through to you       I don't want to be your suffering box    Argue art or untie your knots    I don't want to be your bad connection    Or fit into your reality vision       I got no clue what they want to do with you    It's just getting through, getting through to you