I Don't Want To Be Me

Got a grand house out in the country.

Marble pillars holding the door.

Empty bottles lining the wall from the night before.

Got a roller out in the garage.

But the wheels are stuck to the floor.

Got no reason to go anywhere--no friends call anymore.

I don't want to be me, i don't want to be me,

I know it's hard to see, but i don't want to be me.

Had me playing down at the palace.

I was declared the belle of the ball.

Made the boys take my goods and chattels away--

Now i'm staring at an empty hall.

I don't want to be me.

Pardon me--i'm on my way.

Pardon me but i'm going.

Taking on the simple life and i feel the grass roots growing.

I'm going to ride the ragged road--

Diamond spurs jangling into the sunset.

No circuits running overload--well maybe i'm not done yet.

Now there's nothing left in the cupboard

And three bears' been eating my soup.

My life is one big critical mess if you take a look.

And the butler's off in ibiza on expense account gone berserk.

But i can't check out of this crazy world

Without being a jerk--i don't want to be me.