Your Own Design Lyrics

what's his name from down the hall never ever leaves the room at all
locks the door because he's up to something strange
outside there's a camera crew scooping up a shoot for the evening news
gotta get a shot of what's his name for all the world to see


all that time,
he's a credit card manipulator
with no incentive to unwind
he's a 1-900 operator
it never goes according to your own design


get a load of the girl next door, wanna say I've seen her face before
think it was an ad for a lipstick in a magazine
outside another camera crew waiting for another interview
gotta get a word with the girl next door for all the world to see


all that time,
with warning signs illuminated
we thought her tumor was benign
and she's still on kids incorporated
it never goes according to your own design


all that time,
my heart has been incarcerated
without a reason to resign
oh my god I think I'm liberated
it never goes according to your own design
it never goes according to your own design
it never goes according to your own design
it never goes according to your own design
it never goes according to your own design