Album: I'm A F***ed Up Dancer But My Moods Are Swinging

1963

You'll never know anything that I've done
And you'll never know anything that I've seen
Don't you pretend that you care one bit
How have you been, haven't seen you in a while
Found your name in the 'missing person' files
Why are you here; there's nothing to prove
You'll get nowhere

Speak for yourself, don't be a talk-a-like
Try to be righteous, like Tina; not Ike
Don't be a private dancer for life
And if you got a mind of your own, why don't you use it
And if you got a mind of your own, why don't you prove it
Prove you have brains by blowing them out
You'll get nowhere
Don't you realize all this will get you nowhere You scratch the surface
at it's most
To open up yourself would make you taste the real thing
It has some good times, and some bad
But it's better than this

Don't need you here; goodbye for always
Your flight outta here has not been delayed
Go the hell away and never come back
I never liked what you did and said
Suck up to me again; you'll be dead
You'll be JFK; I'll be Lee Harvey
Go away
Never come back