"Get Over It"
Lot of knots, lot of snags,
lot of holes, lot of cracks lot of crags.
Lot of naggin' old hags,
lot of fools, lot of fool scum bags.
Oh it's such a drag, what a chore...
Oh your wounds are full of salt.
Everything's a stress and what's more,
well it's all somebody's fault.
Hey! Get over it!
Makes you sick, makes you ill,
makes you cheat, slipping change from the till.
Had it up to the gills... makes you cry while
the milk still spills.
Ain't it just a bitch? What a pain...
Well it's all a crying shame. What
left to do but complain?
Better find someone to blame.
Hey! Get over it!
Got a job, got a life,
got a four-door and a faithless wife.
Got those nice copper pipes,
got an ex, got a room for the night.
Aren't you such a catch?
What a prize! Got a body like a battle axe
Love that perfect frown, honest eyes...
We ought to buy you a Cadillac.
Hey! Get over it!
"Don't Ask Me"
Quit acting so friendly.
Don't nod don't laugh all nicely.
Don't think you'll up-end me.
Don't sigh, don't sip your iced-tea.
And don't say, "It's been a while..."
And don't flash that stupid smile.
Don't ask me how I've been.
Don't think I've forgotten,
you never liked that necklace.
So cordial, so rotten...
Kiss, kiss, let's meet for breakfast.
Don't show up so on-time
and don't act like you're so kind
Don't ask me how I've been.
Don't sit there and play just
so frank, so straight, so candid,
so thoughtful, so gracious,
so sound, so even-handed.
Don't be so damn benign
and don't waste my fucking time.
Don't ask me how I've been.
"You're So Damn Hot"
I saw you sliding out the bar.
I saw you slipping out the back door, baby.
Don't even try and find a line this time, it's fine.
Darling, you're still divine.
You don't love me at all,
but don't think that it bothers me at all.
You're a bad-hearted boy-trap,
babydoll, but you're...
You're so damn hot.
So now you're headed to your car.
You say it's dinner with your sister, sweetie.
But darling look at how you're dressed.
Your best suggests another kind of guest.
You don't love me at all,
but don't think that it bothers me at all.
You're a bad-hearted boy-trap,
babydoll, but you're...
You're so damn hot.
So who's this other guy you've got?
Which other rubes are riding hot-shot, sugar?
I could have swore you said before,
"No more, for sure."
What'd I believe you for?
You don't love me at all,
but don't think that it bothers me at all.
You're a bad-hearted boy-trap,
babydoll, but you're...
You're so damn hot.
"What To Do"
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 prett
but 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
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?
"
Another long quiet night...
Another long quiet, lonely night spent at your side.
Not a lot left to say...
There's not a lot that
I still could say to change your mind.
But with a little bit of money we could buy us a car.