I got a lot, you've got a few
Just as long as I've got more that you
I'd sell my self for anything
A couple pills, a diamond ring
I ain't all that different than you.
You've got to keep up with Jones
You've bought a castle not a home
You work all day to keep it stocked
Door all barred, the windows locked
You never get to enjoy what you got.
And there's a short list
And you are on it.
And so's your boyfriend
Take it as a certain sign, you're rotting on the vine
Watch ourselves slip right through the cracks
Don't try to fight it, just relax
Don't owe nobody anything, Don't feel no sense of sympathy
Just tell yourself you're never going back
And take no meaning from all the moanings
Its just mechanical
Take it as a certain sign you're rotting on the vine
And I remember that summer day
You looked at me in a certain way
And then I...and then you...
And then we promised to ourselves that we would
Never promise ourselves to anybody again
Cut it, print it, that's a wrap we're through
I've got a lot of other stuff to do
So adios, auf whidersen, I'm out of here, I'm on my way
I hardly think about it now, do you?
And there's a shortlist
And you are on it
And so's your sister
Take it as a certain sign, you're rotting on the vine
Rotting on the vine...that's all...that's all...