I’m still home when the telephone rings I’m impartial and a martyr. It’s quite clear, wearing all of my rings I’m less than feed or fodder. (Pre-chorus) If you want, I’ll do it But I’m so ill-equipped I’m a knot in the stitch. Try the last call and dream On the next try I’ll be Much sweeter In the next life, I’ll be better. (Chorus) I toss dimes in the Wishing Well And I’m broke ‘cause you took all of me My tombstone on a grassy hill It’s a matter of fact all my change goes to hell. Dig deep, find the villain inside - The one you dare not speak of. Find peace at the end of the line, The dial tone is your true love. (Pre-chorus) (Chorus) In the next life, I’ll be better. (Chorus)