Nothing is fair
Everything is frowned upon these days
This stuff's not good enough
There's nothing pure enough!

Don't matter half they say
And pretty soon she'll cease to speak at all
What could you have to talk about?
You're just a little mess on the couch

Now that I remind me of
The days that I
Made my whole day a dream

Nothing is right
The ball and chains been wrapped around my neck
This stuff's not good enough
There's nothing pure enough!

Now that I remind me of
The days that I
Made my whole day a dream

Let her out of her cage
She's been turning
The smell is filling the air
Of your bones decomposing