Little drops of bitterish hops and then the heart begins to sing They sing a song of bitterness and venom Respect the victim and those tears of the crocodile Afraid I'm done, with these social butterflies It's such a waste of time Why am I here contemplating Thrusting spikes in my eyes Oh Lord I've reached the end of the line Look at me, look at me, look at me, I'm a labelled up to here Vertigo, Indian Tobacco and every other fear They looked down on me today like a dirty old ashtray I walk on slowly looking the other way - hey It's such a waste of time Why am I here contemplating Thrusting spikes in my eyes Oh Lord I've reached the end of the line