Not that you want to be   Out of curiosity   Just a corsage of the world   I was in love with a girl   I would the violence foresee      All that it ought to be   Blessed by generosity   Sure to put your heart in a whirl   Stop to pick up a dollar bill   As the blood drips at the mill      You have fried chicken   You ate it up so fast   Laid down its life just for you   Now you have nothing to do   Just a television tube      Oh for goodness sake   And the love you make   Skipping stones at the lake   You have a half baked idea   To think we’d be so glad to see ya      Lost in your lonely room   How they grow up and bloom   Young girls in the magazine   How they took part in your doom   Baby step out of the room      Hunger and lust for life   She was like any housewife   Darning the socks with concern    Glad you ever were born   Just to get up in the morn      While all the while you work   Surrounding by amateurs   Craving and love showing fame   Thinking your hope was refrained   In the emotional pain      Nothing to do but cry   As you dry your eyes   Watching the soap opera die   Longing for the freedom of success    When we’re all just a temporary guest      Living in such a mess   I’ll bring you back again   To the flight you used to have been   How could you really win   Pledging your resistance to sin?      Applied in the twilight   Anything to make it right   When there’s nothing left but nothing   But an empty song   Why did it have to go wrong      How it all works out   Something about it so   Thinking that love is a crime   You were a friend of mine   Standing there with missed time      You’re gonna make a joke   That is sure too follow   Happy to be that way   Tomorrow is a brand new day   What do you have to say?      Nothing.