Critters lotto Women Leather and Hell

How many times must I get up
Look out and see the same old view
How many times must I wear the same old things
And hear the same old things that I do, I do
How many times must I clean this face my face
And how many times must I shine my shoes, oh Lord
How many times must I drink the same old drink
And dream the same old dreams that I do

Because I, I know one thing
There ain't nothing that could ever ease the pain
But for your line and mine
I want that loving again

How many times must I pass your place. your place
And how many time

kiss and kill your boyfriend
and all rich ones, too
rich kids of the world unite
dime on the bleachers
head says not that far away
bu the only way up is down
and I keep falling
flip it again, but the answer
hasn't spared its change
doesn't matter how much time
you'll never forget that forgetting's required
served on a platter of fakes
it's inevitable
we're proud to be pricks
we're proud to be assholes
picking up the pieces one by one
don't let it ride
answer, someone, anyone
won't you pick up the pieces
you left behind?