There are certain things haunting me, pushing me over
As hard as I try, I cannot lie to you or keep you away
From them
I've got a fucked up mind merchandising our troubles
You say tomorrow we'll die, so let's have some fun
Today

But I certainly don't want to entertain you...

They say you're just a point on a graphic scale and I
Should take you higher,
I should make you forget your day made you upset,
Convince you everything's just fine.
They sure want me to be a rock'n'roll brat clinging on
The edge of life,
Glamourous shine lifting up your smile – curving your
Spine

But I certainly don't want to entertain you...

Right in the middle of this tune is a riddle, but I

Cannot remember the sentence
I guess I shooed the words – they flew like birds! -
And now all my intentions are on this table
Cut and come again till you understand there's no room
For chatter in this place
Blame me, I'm not what you want me to be and I'm not
Sorry!

They all sing on the moon and they are all out of tune
But that supergiant star reclaims them
And you pay the price – their outfits are nice! – seems
Your choices are weak-willed and unstable
Cut and come again till you understand there's no room
For chatter in this place
Blame me, I'm not what you want me to be...

Cause I certainly don't want to entertain you, not this
Way...