Ball of the Dead Rat

It's been too many nights
 That you've been creeping around
 Stumbling like a monkey
 Through the underground
 Ohh
 And you don't wanna be alone
 You got your cigarettes
 You got your jujuyfruits
 You can't stand yourself
 So you take a substitute
 Ohh
 And no one liked it when you said
 That when you die you're really dead
 Those people laughing
 So you left that stupid scene
 And you made your way back home
 Now you're crying
 With your head on the telephone
 Oh man
 It'd sure be nice to have a girl to call your own
 Do you remember when
 You had it
 Figured out
 You coulda
 Done no wrong
 You coulda
 Worked it out
 Ohh
 And now you've gazed at too many
 Of the things you did last year
 And the screenplay that you wrote down in a book
 That no one saw cause they never looked
 And the drawing you did when you were very small
 And the photograph you hung up on the wall
 They'll never catch you when you fall