I\'m feelin\' so alone now
They cut the telephone un hunh
Yeah my life is just a mess
I threw it all away now
I could have made a fortune
I lost the craving for success...
And as the Acrobats they tumble
So the corn begins to crumble
While in the mirror
She admires a brand new dress...
Live on the second floor now
They\'re tryin\' to bust the door down
Soon I\'ll have a new address...
So much for liberation
They\'ll have a celebration
Yeah I\'ve been under too much stress
And as the clouds begin to rumble
So the juggler makes his fumble
And the sun upon my wall is getting less
Don\'t, give a damn