The story goes they know every detail The story goes you knows the books that I'm in The story goes I've been self-destructive Everybody knows that I'm steeped in sin Everybody knows I've got no sense of humour I'm too morose and too damn peculiar And the weakness shows...
The story goes that I'd give up gladly Everybody knows this is a deadman's prose Everybody knows that I've fucked up badly I'm just hanging on by the length of my nose Everybody knows I've only got one song And it's much too slow and it's much too long And this is how it goes.
Everybody knows this is some kinda diary The story goes in some unsecret code It's always later rather than sooner I'm always there when the punch line explodes The story goes I've got the world by the horns And all this from a well-dressed fawn And there's something gone wrong.