And as things stay the same I'm quickly running out of change

I used to have none Now with you, I've got one

If I seem to you just a little bit remote You'll feel better if you call me a misanthrope

Women of the world take over

Hello, hello Can you hear me?

Don't believe a word I say And I doubt you would anyway

What you call a pain I call weeding out And what you call the rain Comes out of my mouth

And I hope that you won't run away 'Cause I'm halfway to a threeway

You feel I've passed you by You feel that you've been robbed

Fuzzy sun Gets you one by one

Can't wipe this smile off my face When you strut by in your leg brace

If I seem to you just a little bit remote You'll feel better if you call me a misanthrope

And I hope that you won't run away 'Cause I'm halfway to a threeway

I'll make it sweet but short When I pull out your life support

I just can't get you to sit You and your stupid epileptic fits

It only figures that I'd ride my bike into wet cement

And I know that you'll just fade away Now I'm halfway to a threeway

There's that word again: "Pride" Do you pride yourself on being polite? Do you feel pride when you're alone?

There's that word again: "Pride"

Women of the world take over

There's that word again: "Pride"

Too loud for me to think I'm hoping if I blink I don't wake up here

I ride through like a ghost ship in a storm

Rolling drunks for their cigarettes Frightening babies that aren't born yet

You're thinking on your feet While you're sitting there on your ass

Men look good here with women's clothes on It betrays them

Fresh crease in your shirts No stain of sweat on your back

There's no need There's an employee To make up for all of your slack

Or whatever floats your boat But as for me, I'd rather sink my own

Even in this rain The breath of the breeze is reaching me here

I may be insincere But it's all downhill from here

You just can't climb the stairs And you ain't got any hair

Do you pride yourself on being polite?

What you call a pain I call weeding out And what you call the rain Comes out of my mouth

Do you feel pride when you're alone?

Women look good here with men's clothes on It contains them Men look good here with women's clothes on It betrays them

It's just my luck

Nothing makes me want to disappear as when someone opens their mouth It's just my luck, I get hit by a car while carrying a cake Dripping cherries onto the pavement, bride and groom on my face

Men look good here with women's clothes on It betrays them

If I seem to you just a little bit remote You'll feel better if you call me a misanthrope

I used to have none Now with you, I've got one If I could get just one more Then you know what you're in for

I may be insincere But it's all downhill from here

I've tried again and again To indulge in just one sin

You just can't climb the stairs And you ain't got any hair

I used to have none Now with you, I've got one

You're thinking on your feet While you're sitting there on your ass

And I hope that you won't run away 'Cause I'm halfway to a threeway

Goodbye, Mouth Canyon You weren't very much to see But I only came to leave

If I seem to you just a little bit remote You'll feel better if you call me a misanthrope

There are names for me that are better known Just draw a line and I'll add my own