Ball Of The Dead Rat

It's been too many nights

That you've been creeping around

Stumbling like a monkey

Through the underground

Ohh

And you don't wanna be alone

You got your cigarettes

You got your jujyfruits

You can't stand yourself

So you take a substitute

Ohh

And no one liked it when you said

That when you die you're really dead

Those people laughed and

So you left that stupid scene

And you made your way back home

Now you're crying

With your head on the telephone

Oh man

It'd sure be nice to have a girl to call your own

Do you remember when

You had it

Figured out

You coulda

Done no wrong

You coulda

Worked it out

Ohh

And now you've gazed at too many

Of the things you did last year

And the screenplay that you wrote down in a book

That no one saw cause they never looked

And the drawing you did when you were very small

And the photograph you hung up on the wall

They'll never catch you when you fall