Album: Alone at the Microphone
Dirty fingernails by the balcony rail
And my lovely, you are so frail
Cigarette ends all of my friends departed
Empty ashtray of cigarette ends
And don't you ever be what they want you to be
And don't you ever be
Dung and ditches and illness in muddy places
After which, what forgiveness
Into the ear of Death I cast all my regret
Into the dirty ear of Death
And don't you ever be what they want you to be
And don't you ever be
And don't you ever be what they want you to be
And don't you ever be