Ball of the Dead Rat

It's been too many nights That you've been creeping around Stumbling like a monkey Through the underground Ohh And you don't wanna be alone You got your cigarettes You got your jujuyfruits You can't stand yourself So you take a substitute Ohh And no one liked it when you said That when you die you're really dead Those people laughing So you left that stupid scene And you made your way back home Now you're crying With your head on the telephone Oh man It'd sure be nice to have a girl to call your own Do you remember when You had it Figured out You coulda Done no wrong You coulda Worked it out Ohh And now you've gazed at too many Of the things you did last year And the screenplay that you wrote down in a book That no one saw cause they never looked And the drawing you did when you were very small And the photograph you hung up on the wall They'll never catch you when you fall