Hey Bill, what d'you kill? Ain't no way stop a thrill
But Jill, write your will, hope you don't rest in landfill
Stop there young lady, don't you go and shed any more tears
Oh boy, here's your toy, give yourself a little joy
My ploy, decoy, the horse that's heading for Troy
Sit up and stand up, against all of your darkest fears
You can stand me in a line but you'll never be in control
There ain't a lot of hope for me
Hey John, you've gone, went out and left your light on
I spawn, break of dawn, conducting cars with a baton
You better find the key to all that ever will be
Oh Paul, on the wall, see it that you don't fall
Close call, canon ball, ringing the local town hall
Maybe we'd hear the answer to our plea
You can stand me in a line but you'll never be in control
There ain't a lot of hope for me
You eat like a Roman, lie on your back and want more
You kiss like a demon, crouch on your front like a whore
You talk like a Queen, foam drooling from your mouth
You fight like a teen, who's left all of his arms back down south
Oh Lord, take a sword, and strike me before I get bored
Ignored, in the ward, lying on the cutting board
Hope I can pay, my debt in bags of stone
You can stand me in a line but you'll never be in control
There ain't a lot of hope for me
There ain't a lot of hope for me
There ain't a lot of hope for me
There ain't a lot of love for me