Why You Cry? I Hate Him, How Could He? Lyrics

Le Tattoo? Le Tattoo?

The withered old frog,
Pinned to a tray,
A halo of fog
On a gloomy day.

Cigarette in hand,
You're a barstool fan,
A ribboned heart of sand,
The mustachioed man.

I guess,
Nobody likes me this way,
Nobody likes me this way.
If I had to live forever,
I'd want to die today.
Nobody likes me this way.

She turned eighty this year,
Been on the bus all day,
Costs a fortune to hear,
Into the slots, her pay.

Her family worries,
Mostly about her health,
While she makes up stories
About her missing wealth.

I guess,
Nobody likes me this way,
Nobody likes me this way.
If I had to live forever,
I'd want to die today.
Nobody likes me this way.

The perpetual rebirth
Of that which has never been born.
The embryo's girth
Induces fundamentalist scorn.

Female relocation,
Woolfian empowerment,
Male repudiation,
The knowledge letter-sent.

It hurts me when you say,
"Nobody likes you this way."