The shy girl's going out; she's drinking heavily
She finds her tongue
And when she talks it's like the spouting from a whale
The streets are filled with such simple delights
All you have to do is taking a walk at night
They'll stumble right into you
Oh, those searching eyes stripped of light
You'd rather die than go home alone tonight
And it hurts more than it should
To share the neighborhood
Well it takes all types to make up the world
Without the trash there would be no pearls
But that still doesn't make things easier
He's working very hard, trying to catch your eye
And you think to yourself
You'd sooner murder your kitten than sleep with him
That charmless air; we're forced to breathe in
Smile very hard
And stay that way for the rest of your little life
Oh, those searching eyes devoid of light
You'd rather die than think about your job tonight
And it hurts more than it should
To share the neighborhood
Well it takes all types to make up the world
Without the trash there would be no pearls
But that still doesn't make things easier
I'd like to tip my hat to the other half
We need each other after all
But that still doesn't make you likable
Track Name: Now That You're In The Ground
Go home when you think you've had enough
That's what most people do who aren't you
Well, they make liquor, pills and powders for the blues
And I'll be a son of a bitch
If you didn't sing them in perfect tune
I can't bring myself to visit you
Now that you're in the ground
I can't touch you that way
And tell you I miss having you around
I won't indulge my pain
The other day I saw someone who looked like you
How my heart almost broke out of my chest
Sometimes I walk past your apartment just to see
If I can take it like the man I know I'll never be