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 pretty 

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 

Amsterdam (Pamplona, too), 

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?





[Thanks to  ToasterNFG92@netscape.net  for these lyrics]