She slips away again And I help my people disagree with me I cry to be dave's friend He won't have me So Skin stripped away again My shelf life waning I'm in the market for a good baptism I'll cry for God as I'm reborn She won't have me And what they ought to be is useless If all were honest they'd be useless Useless If all were honest none would be used We trip away again And I sell my people on a new improved me at a nominal fee I cry to aladdin sane He won't have me And what they ought to be is useless Lawyers and locksmiths ought to be useless Useless If all were honest none would be used And then some broken heroes' hearts Are just hard-to-find spare parts She slips away again And I help my people disagree with me I cry for my dead friends They won't have me