Words they bother me to no end

  To no end

  Always

  Bad news, bad luck, bad weather

  Bad weather yeah

  And I

  Wish you wouldn't talk so much

  Talk so much

  Then maybe things would get better

  Things would get better yeah



  Songs filling up the room

  Still you

  Don't hear, can't hear, won't listen

  If you could only understand

  Only understand

  Oh that I'm

  Sure that things would get better yeah

  Get better yeah



  Why do I work so hard

  Why do I work so hard

  Who do I work

  So hard



  All alone

  Conversations are driving me insane

  With quiet complications

  Desperately in vain

  I listen, I scream, I laugh out loud at myself

  Watching myself

  Playing with myself

  As everyone can see

  The scarecrow is me



  Money I will never let you go

  Except as trade to

  Buy things, get things, go places

  It's you my intuition

  Yeah my intuition

  And there

  Is no possible way

  That things could be better

  No things won't be better



  Why do I work so hard

  Why do I work so hard

  Why do I work so hard

  Why do I work

  So hard