Well, you could walk like a stranger head back into here,Bringing
gifts while you act so sincere,Bringing gifts for a boy
who's five years,Looking for rocks and training wheels.I
don't remember you from any of those books,Ashes to ashes
and six feet under, face down in a box.Where'd ya ever
learn to treat me like that?You don't seem to have any of
that family stuff,You know the hardwood floors and all that
penniless rough.Your bad luck follows you like a heart
attack,Twist your fingers, soon as break your back.I don't
remember you from any of those books,Ashes to ashes and six feet
under, face down in a box.Where'd ya ever learn to treat me
like that, that, that?It's coming from another with a
mother who's just like yours,Bringin' you headaches
and all those mental sores.Take a little, have some, need some
for yourself,Like the needy and the greedy always seem by
themselves,Well, you must be, have to be one of
these,Hidin' under / on the shade of your family
treeDidn't I meet you once in a liquor store?I think I saw
you hangin' by the stage doorHanding out programs to the
family theaters / feedersDevised a role/Too proud to runso you
don't mistreat her.Take it wild, take it fast,You never
gave yourself a chance.Well I don't remember you from any
of those books,Ashes to ashes and six feet under, face down in a
box.Where'd you ever learn to treat me like that, that,
that, that?