It’s the eclipse and you’ve gone and cut your golden wrists
Well, everyone thought you had it all their thought was for naught
You could win the pageant The triumph of odd Living Thompson tangent
Just a silverfish in a world of gowns and the ridiculous
It never is a good thing to have everything It never is a good thing to have it…everything
Don’t make it tragic No footnote in the ether Sad movie magic
Well, give us hope that you can swing from instead of hang from the rope
A million hardspun waiting on the word from you it’s well won and loved desired and earned embraced, not loathing a whore that’s eventually spurned
It never is a good thing to have everything It never is a good thing to have it…everything It never never never is any good
It never is a good thing to have everything It’s never a good thing to have too much You’re just losing touch touch touch And it’s gets old The thing starts pumping cold cold cold It’s never a good thing