| Lyrics: | Come on in, sweetie-pie! Have an apple, have some lye...
Leave your friends, righteous and
pathetic, standing at the door.
On the books, all your bets favor head-bands and
cassettes,
cigarettes, suffragettes, and bores.
What to do?
Sweetheart, you'll find
mediocre people do exceptional things all
the time.
Oh, the ruin will do in your talented
mind...
could've been a genius if you'd had an axe to grind.
When we moved to the
city, it seemed the competition got so much
less pretty
but the,the, mirror's never failed
you like this before.
So your revenge on the world will be pencils through your curls
and
if wanting ever taught you anything, it's wanting more.
(and more and more and more...)
What to do?
Sweetheart, you'll find mediocre people do exceptional things all
the time.
Oh, the ruin will do in your talented mind...
could've been a genius if
you'd had an axe to grind.
What to do?
When that day finally nears, you'll at least
have made it clear
that compassion's just a nicer way of looking down your nose.
It seems
that all the people want to do is crowd the streets of
Amsterdam (Pamplona, too),
but the
bulls have already come and gone and bellowed all their
lows.
Now nobody knows
what to do.
Sweetheart, you'll find mediocre people do exceptional things all
the time.
Oh, the ruin will do in your talented mind...
Could've been a genius if
you'd had an axe to grind.
What to do? |
