She said, "I've got no soul, I am not Nessarose

That is the way that life goes"

I said, "Just let it show, you are not Nessarose

Come on, grab your broom, let's go

Come on, grab your broom, let's blow away"

She said, "I've got no soul, I am not Nessarose

That is the way that life goes"

I said, "Just let it show that you're not Nessarose

Come on, grab your broom, let's go

Come on, grab your broom, let's blow"

I don't know where she ends and where I begin

The girl with green oily skin, she ends where I begin

I don't know where she ends and where I begin

The girl with green oily skin, she ends where I begin

Look at Dorothy in the sickly sweet undertow

Look at Dorothy, believing and leading them all down the Yellow Brick Road

She said, "I've got no soul"

I said, "You do, though"

She said, "I've got no soul, I am not Nessarose

That's just the way that life goes

That's just the way that life blows away"