| There’s a place where I can make the scene |
| In the pages of your magazine |
| Pretty faces filled with snow-white teeth |
| Give the dying world a new disease |
| It’s the price I pay when I cannot sell |
| Every word you say is like a ringing bell |
| And I’m just standing in supermarket clothes |
| See if anyone really knows |
| Paint a picture with your poison pen |
| Make it over and we’ll start again |
| In the places where the rent’s so cheap |
| Quit your job and learn to be a freak |
| It’s the price I pay when I cannot sell |
| Every word you say is like a ringing bell |
| And I’m just standing in supermarket clothes |
| See if anyone really knows |
| It’ss the price I pay when I cannot sell |
| Every word you say is like a ringing bell |
| And I’m just standing in supermarket clothes |
| See if anyone really knows |