Goodman

You never had much style about you
We never knew the reason that you
You sat around most every hour
And quickly lost your bargaining power
You can’t be me, you’ll never be
I’m quite convinced you’re twice the man we are
And you cannot clear our minds
'Cause in our eyes we’re fine
And we’re running out of time
But it’s not to do with us
And you cannot clear our minds
'Cause in our eyes you’re blind
And you’re such a waste of time
The threads you wore were something tragic
The words you spoke were so emphatic
The records that you make are tasteless
And eloquence with you is wasted
So what’s your method, what’s your scheme
The whole scene knows what you already mean
And you cannot clear our minds
'Cause in our eyes you’re fine
And you’re running out of time
But it’s not to do with us
And you cannot clear our minds
'Cause in our eyes you’re blind
And you’re such a waste of time
Ah, ah, ah, ah
Ah, ah, ah, ah
But it’s not to do with us
And you cannot clear our minds
'Cause in our eyes we’re fine
And we’re running out of time
But it’s not to do with us
And you cannot clear our minds
'Cause in our eyes you’re blind
And you’re such a waste of time
But it’s not to do with us
And you cannot clear our minds
'Cause in our eyes you’re fine
And you’re running out of time
But it’s not to do with us
And you cannot clear our minds
'Cause in our eyes you’re blind
And you’re such a waste of time