Lyrics:

I don't want to be your party doll All flaked out in Tinsel Town Circus mouth shooting all directions With TV ads that sell erections CHORUS I got no clue what they want to do with you It's just getting through, getting through to you Living outside the misdemeanor Some get lost and some are screamers It's easy to tell the great pretender Broken wings and flip top fenders CHORUS I don't want to be your suffering box Argue art or untie your knots I don't want to be your bad connection Or fit into your reality vision CHORUS