so march is in like a lion
and she marches out like a lamb
you can't blame a girl for trying
we all need a helping hand
maybe someone who could drag me up
out of my dirty dreams
pick me up and dust me off
so i might spread some relief

you build your life out of diamonds
and you brush away the dirt
and you brush away the problems

and you wonder what
that good life's got
miles of rope to
burn

there's a girl tied to the train tracks
down the road from your house, singing
"the western world could mark a throwback
spaghetti dangling from their mouths"
if life is sex and entertainment
then i die some everyday
i'll count my losses and cash my chips in
i might better spend my pay

you build your life out of diamonds
and you brush away the dirt
and you push away your problems

and you wonder what
the good life's got
piles of rope to
tie down the dying

you can stop the train...
just pull the brake...