Well the need that you feel. on a reel to reel.
It's a laugh. It's a cry. for some the reason why.
But is the tape rolling?
Is the company controlling?
When solo in your room you really cry.
So, let's get down to bra** tacks.
You're never safe from sneak attacks
On your intelligence, vanity and soul.
Cause when some f**er in a mood
Hears the songs writes something rude
You find a spade and dig yourself a hole.
Or a hole in your arm,
Lots of pleasure, lots more harm.
Plus: ego, madness, sadness, lots of love.
Well the things that you see, exposed on your L.P.
For you are the same on either side (A&B)
But some c*nt's interpretation
Can destroy your reputation
Leave you alone, with nowhere to hide.
So I am just like me
Lonely, sad and free
To choose my little d**hs from day to day
And I often think of you
And I hope you'll make it too
But the smallest d**h of all is on its way.