She slips away again
And I help my people disagree with me
I cry to be dave's friend
He won't have me
So
Skin stripped away again
My shelf life waning
I'm in the market for a good baptism
I'll cry for God as I'm reborn
She won't have me

And what they ought to be is useless
If all were honest they'd be useless
Useless
If all were honest none would be used

We trip away again
And I sell my people on a new improved me at a nominal fee
I cry to aladdin sane
He won't have me

And what they ought to be is useless
Lawyers and locksmiths ought to be useless
Useless
If all were honest none would be used

And then some broken heroes' hearts
Are just hard-to-find spare parts

She slips away again
And I help my people disagree with me
I cry for my dead friends
They won't have me