Ball Of The Dead Rat

It's been too many nights
That you've been creeping around
Stumbling like a monkey
Through the underground
Ohh
And you don't wanna be alone

You got your cigarettes
You got your jujyfruits
You can't stand yourself
So you take a substitute
Ohh
And no one liked it when you said
That when you die you're really dead
Those people laughed and
So you left that stupid scene
And you made your way back home
Now you're crying
With your head on the telephone
Oh man
It'd sure be nice to have a girl to call your own
Do you remember when
You had it
Figured out
You coulda
Done no wrong
You coulda
Worked it out
Ohh
And now you've gazed at too many
Of the things you did last year
And the screenplay that you wrote down in a book
That no one saw cause they never looked
And the drawing you did when you were very small
And the photograph you hung up on the wall
They'll never catch you when you fall