What exactly is it that you want from me
I think you make a pitiful joke
And you think you're some sort of celebrity
Ah, you talk and talk, it just grows old
What's that I hear you say
About the way I am
You're treading on thin ice
As thin as you can stand
Now you've conjured up, oh, the will to smile
With all the tact of a cancerous growth
And your confusions on themselves do pile
Ah, it's your gall that I loathe
What's that I hear you say
About the way I am
You're treading on thin ice
As thin as you can stand
One of these days you're gonna break
Now it's plain to see you've clearly lost your mind
Trying to change the world with wit
Gears and politics do slowly grind
Man from dust and dust from &#%$
What's that I hear you say
About the way I am
You're treading on thin ice
As thin as you can stand
One of these days you're gonna break
One of these days you're gonna break