You're a lonely alcoholic. with a tendency to wine. well you speak it and you drink it. and bore us all the time. Y'say you drink out of your sorrow. You've got noone to love. But tell me who could cuddle up to a lonely alcoholic. You're a stressed out single mother. who has clearly been harrassed. well you can't predict the future. for you can't erase the past. 'cause your baby isn't going anywhere but up. so join the line and get the dole for the stressed out single mothers. I'm a mediocre writer. who sings all of the time. writing songs about misfortunes and other people's crimes. well they say that I am doing my duty to the world. Oh you could say that that is onerous. I'm just craving to be heard. *ooo don't leave me alone*. well who is there to listen to the problems of our lives. you've got kids who just don't eat enough. and men with many wives. if we're altogether screaming why can't we make a sound. 'cause the dirt on which we're stepping is the one in which we will be found. *ooo baby don't leave me alone*. well who is there to listen to the problems of our lives. you've got kids who just don't eat enough. and men with many wives. if we're all together screaming why can't we make a sound. 'cause the dirt on which we're stepping is the one in which we will be found. *ooo baby don't leave me alone*. RM