Hello, hello Can you hear me? Are your skies clear and sunny down there? Even in this rain The breath of the breeze is reaching me here

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

I'm going to a place Where the women have nothing on But the radio Turned up to 10

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

Can't wipe this smile off my face When you strut by in your leg brace You just can't climb the stairs And you ain't got any hair

Do you pride yourself on being polite?

Does the mirror say, "Good day, today"? Does your family make you feel pride? Do their pictures keep you warm? Is your smile so easily worn? Worn away

There's that word again: "Pride"

Do you pride yourself on being polite?

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

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

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

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

Hello, hello Can you hear me? Are your skies clear and sunny down there? Even in this rain The breath of the breeze is reaching me here

Fuzzy sun A boy must have his fun

Women of the world take over 'cause if you don't the world will come to an end And it won't take long

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

A seed don't make a tree Without a servant who waters the grass

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

Even though I'm here, you should feel all alone Maybe the point of this you've just outgrown

You ain't getting any sleep tonight I hope that you girls don't fight

Fuzzy sun When you have come undone

All you have to do is lie there While I push aside your wheelchair

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

Fuzzy sun A boy must have his fun

Men look good here with their suits on It befits them

As I lay you down on my bed It don't matter that you're brain dead

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

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

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

You feel I've passed you by You feel that you've been robbed Well nothing will feel worse Than dying on the john

I ride through like a ghost ship in a storm

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

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

Do you feel pride when you're alone?

As I lay you down on my bed It don't matter that you're brain dead I can get so close to ya Now that you're in a coma

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

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

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

Are your skies clear and sunny down there?

What you call a pain I call weeding out

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

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

Even though I'm here, you should feel all alone Maybe the point of this you've just outgrown

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

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

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

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

I'm going to a place Where the women have nothing on But the radio Turned up to 10

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