cabaretic

Saturday night
and you're still hanging around

You're tired of living
in your one horse town
You'd like to find a little hole
in the ground for a while

So you go to the fountain
in your tight blue jeans
And you stare at the junkies
and the closet queens

It's like some pornographic magazine
and you smile

Your sister's gone out, she's on a date
And you just sit at home and masturbate
Your phone is gonna ring soon,
But you just can't wait, for that call

So you stand on the corner
in your new English clothes
And you look so polished
from your hair down to your toes

But still your finger's
gonna pick your nose, after all

So you decide to take a holiday
You got your CDs
and your brand new Chevrolet

Ah, but there's no place to go anyway
and what for?
You've got everything,
but nothing's cool

They just found your father
in the swimming pool
And you guess you won't be
going back to school anymore

So you play your albums
and you smoke your pot
And you meet your girlfriend
in the parking lot

Oh, but still you're aching
for the things you haven't got,

What went wrong ?

And if you can't understand
why your world is so dead
And why you've got to keep in style
and feed your head

Well, you're twenty-four
and still you mother makes your bed
And that's too long