How could I tell you had more than usual to say? The day that you left I sang, "Et tu Brute?" And your old friend was telling me today That you were singing exactly the same
And you were sick of yourself And everybody else
And they're as thin, as white as snow Your eyes as clear as ice And you looked at me, I looked at you Why, you did what you had to
"Say ah, say ah," the doctor said, "Say ah." You've got to kick the town The pubs that bleed you at night Oh your town's fully furnished A fly trap with traffic lights
And you were stuck to bars and bass guitars And rooms and girls (dishwater blondes) And faces - they don't want to know you - They just want a shoulder to get pissed on And it happened again - The heart inquires why I didn't know then what I know now
How could I tell you had more than usual to say? The day you left I sang "Et tu Brute?"