Lyrics:

I have a friend, hes mostly made of pain He wakes up, drives to work and straight back home again He once cut one of my nightmares out of paper I thought it was beautiful, I put it on a record cover And I tried to tell him that he had a sense Of color and composition so magnificent And he said thank you, please, but your flattery It is truly not becoming me Your eyes are poor, youre blind, you see No beauty ever could have come from me Im a waste Of breath, of space, of time I knew a woman she was dignified and true Her love for her man was one of her many virtues Until one day she found out that he had lied And decided the rest of her life from that point on would be a lie She was grateful for everything that had happened And she was anxious for all that would come next But then she wept, what did you expect In that big old house with the car she kept Such is life, she often said With one day leading to the next You get a little closer to your death Which was fine with her, she never got upset And with all the days she may have left She would never clean another mess Or fold his shirts, or look her best She was free To waste away alone Last night my brother, he got drunk and drove And this cop, he pulled him off to the side of the road And he said officer, officer, youve got the wrong man No, no, Im a student of medicine, a son of a banker, you dont understand The cop said No one got hurt, you should be thankful And your carelessness, it is something awful And no I cant just let you go And though your fathers name is known Your decisions now are yours alone Youre nothing but a stepping stone on a path To debt, to loss, to shame The last few months Ive b