I don't want to be your party doll
All flaked out in Tinsel Town
With a circus mouth shooting all directions
And TV ads that sell erections
'Cause I got no clue what they want to do with you
Well, it's getting through, getting through to you
Living outside the misdemeanor
Well, some get lost, some are screamers
And it's easy to tell the great pretenders
They go the broken wings and flip top fenders
I don't know, what I'm gonna do with you
Mind getting through, getting through to you
Well, I don't want to be your suffering box, yeah
Argue art or untie those knots
I don't want to be your bad connection
Or fit into your reality vision
See 'cause, I got no clue what they want to do with you, yeah
Well it's just getting through, getting through to you
Gotta get through