Don't I Look Like The Kind Of Guy You Used To Hate?

Oh Judy do you remember me

I'm second from the left in the black hat

We gave away our innocence when we were fifteen

and since then I've been trying to get mine back

You were the cutest of the crop

I was the second biggest drinker in the whole hip flock

And everybody thought we were headed for the rocks

But I guess that I got lost

So take a look at these flash-lit photographs, you beautiful fake

Don't I look like the kind of guy you used to hate?

Well it was summer, I think, when you said to me,

"Let's just run away"

But somewhere on that road I got married to monotony

And that's what pays this wage

And these tiny symbols of success

Like my black chauffeurs forced friendliness

Are less the spoils of spiritual wealth

Then symptoms of distress

So take a look at these flash-lit photographs, you beautiful fake

Don't I look like the kind of guy you used to hate?

Now everybody thinks that it's respectable

To get up like a dog each day

But you used to say, "Just shoot me baby

if I ever end up that way"

So take a look at these flash-lit photographs, you beautiful fake

Don't I look like the kind of guy

Don't I look like the kind of guy

Now I look like the kind of guy you used to hate