Anyone else would have just walked away,
not just have stood there with nothing to say.
And it's none of my business so I'm just gonna get out of the way.
It's there in your mirror, it's there on the floor
Written quite clearly on every single one of them walls.
Another lost sheep with a poisoned soul and blood shot eyes,
Pa**ed out on booze and barbituates and anything at all, anything at...
Say what you mean, mean what you say...
Leaving you here so down like you say,
And I hope you don't remember all the things you just said.
Well, it's there in the mirror, it's there on the floor,
Black, blue and battered, hanging off all of the walls.
I can't laugh and I can't even be bothered with obsessions and infatuations like self pity and suicide when the real criminal always gets away.
Say what you mean, mean what you say...