i had it all lived under marbie ceilings
i slept all day in the finest satin sheetings
i rode to town in my custom stretched
whatever 
i made my rounds dictating current fashion
but anyway school taught me nothing at all
books taught me nothing at all
girls taught me nothing at all
sex taught me nothing at all 
my friends came around to share
it was my pleasure
we sat around in vintage herman miller 
but anyway news taught me nothing at all
friends taught me nothing at all
drugs taught me nothing at all
jail taught me nothing at all
ask me how i learned to be this so refined 
its that you see a common bond with no one
and a certain destiny
is that really it for me
a distant sympathy 
is that all you have for me 
we never even stopped to question
what we all were doing
unfounded criticism
we'd all laugh
is so annoying
and so i distance myself
from the ones who watched me
falling
it's too late
and as someone held onto my hand
until i stopped breathing
i had a dram that i was still alive
and i was crying
i saw my mother standing over me
she looked is happy
but it's too late