B-Side Of Life

Who am I? Do you recognize me?
Of course you don’t, I’m nobody
I have no money, I haven’t a name
I tear the tickets at the hall of fame
I buy my dinner at the 7−11
Eat it in the kitchen while I watch TV
I like my free time and I love my wife
You’ll find my number on the B-side of life
Once I got lucky: I had a band
We had a song it got to number three
Made lots of money. made lots of friends
Had lots of pretty people hanging round me
Now all I want is a place to hide
To feel safe from the chaos outside
Cold refrigerator, a warm bed
A place where no one will stick a gun to my head
I buy my dinner at the 7−11
Eat it in the kitchen while I watch TV
I like my free time and I love my wife
We’re happy living on the B-side of Life
We never keep to the city
But the rooms that’ve been unlocked
Were full of overpriced portraits
Engaged in cheap smalltalk
So turn out the lights. Turn up the radio
Don’t know the singer, but I love that song
I know that I’m no Baryshnikov baby
But I wanna dance with you all night long
I’ll buy you dinner at the 7−11
We’ll eat it in the kitchen while we watch TV
Tonight’s my birthday; let’s have a party
I’m 30 with a bullet from the B-Side of Life