Got a grand house out in the country, marble pillars holding the door.
Empty bottles lining the wall from the night before.
Got a Roller out in the garage, but the wheels are stuck to the floor.
Got no reason to go anywhere--no friends call anymore.

I don't want to be me, I don't want to be me.
I know it's hard to see, But I don't want to be me.

Had me playing down at the palace. I was declared the belle of the ball.
Made the boys take my goods and chattels away; now I'm staring at an empty hall.

Pardon me--I'm on my way. Pardon me but I'm going.
Taking on the simple life,and I feel the grass roots growing.
I'm going to ride the ragged road, diamond spurs jangling into the sunset.
No circuits running overload--well, maybe I'm not done yet.

Now there's nothing left in the cupboard, and three bears've been eating my soup.
My life is one big critical mess, if you take a look.
And the butler's off in Ibiza on expense account gone berserk.
But I can't check out of this crazy world without being a jerk.

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