They're waiting to hate you So give them an excuse They say that it changed you I know that can't be true I came in the entrance The makeup girl went
'll take them flying And we'll take this man left almost passed out Cause we're pretty sure he needs a hand He says he can't stand And when we pick him
He gets close but I choke Take your shit, take your clothes And get out of my home I want you to love me Or I want you long gone You say your real name
Your great-grandfather was a great lawyer And his kid made a mint off the war Your father shot stills and then directed films That your mom did publicity
far away from me Though I didn't know it at the time With outstretched hands now she commands A famous figure for every picture And she stands up strong
All sweetly sung and succinctly stated Words and music you calculated To make you sing along with your stereo on As you stand in your shorts on your lawn
They ask for more What do you think this fan club is for? I slithered up each rose corridor I kept a warm, safe place at my core Before I lost it They
Packed and all eyes turned in No one to see on the quay, no one waving for me Just the shoreline receding Ticket in my hand and thinking wish I didn't
