Liz hates her body, her baby body

She thinks that everybody's looking at

the way her figure's changed

But she's on this bus, it always moves so

slow

Regrets her haircut, a career-ruining

haircut

She should have got t cut by her student

friend, he's asked her to dor weeks

But she hates that public transport moves

so slow


You wanted everything to change but you

could only change your name

You've got to rise above it now, you're

more inmortant than the game

Than the game, more impotnant than the

game


Gazes in awe on those stupid morons

Who buy those magazines to paper tydor

mirror of their homes

But show wonders how many people buy

them for the summer factor

SHes's making pictures, collaging pictures

A microsxoping version of the way they're

crowding in their mind

But this bus wastes roughly on-twelfth

of her day


You wanted everything to change but you

could only change your clothes

Standing in the supermarket aisle you

know these fuckers never close

They were never close, these fuckers never close


You wanted everything to change but you

could only change your name