Album: Mr. Macy Wakes Alone
Audrey Macy isn't lazy, she just never tries
Just like any trust fund baby, hard to pacify
You could give the world to her,
she'd ask you for the sky
It's never quite enough
She keeps her bedroom messy,
but it's not without its charm
Her clock is underneath the rug
to muffle the alarm
She wakes up when she pleases,
but she still finds time to yawn
It's never quite enough
And the name sounds familiar
And the face you know all too well
Don't believe all that you read
I've seen the way she rolls
It's absolutely, positively, hell (la-la-la-la
)
She spent the '90s in the roll
of tabloid millionaire
But truth be told, she's gotten old,
now no one seems to care
She'd take the place uptown,
but daddy's second ex lives there
and they don't get along
Now she is an artist, has a home in Astor Place
She paints her view of 7A and practices the bass
She memorizes poetry to help her compensate
She isn't smart enough
Now the name's unfamiliar
And the face does not ring a bell
Don't believe all that you read
She had so much yesterday
But I guess that's how it goes
it goes away (la-la-la-la)
Audrey's daddy dies one day
(so young for heaven's sake)
She planted twenty little pills
inside his birthday cake
She paid off Cal the coroner
on the first night of the wake
Soon she'll have enough
Mr Macy wasn't crazy,
she was out to kill
A clever man, he spent it all,
left nothing in the will
Now daddy's little girl will
have to work to pay the bills
She'll never have enough, never quite enough
It's never quite enough