I hate to do this,
But you're a pain in the neck,
I thought you knew this,
You're handing me a canceled check.
You're so helpless,
Your girlfriends think you're a saint,
I'll give you a quarter,
I'll keep my judgements to myself.
And I get caught up
In the moonlight,
Reaching out for a rotten egg,
I don't want to beg,
It's crystal clear your time
Is nearly gone.
Count your blessings,
And do the things that you should,
Oh, the has-beens
That never had it so good.
Stormy weather,
The kids are making a racket,
In the wilderness
The wild lives are so mild.
And I get caught up
In the moonlight,
Reaching out for a rotten egg,
I don't want to beg,
It's crystal clear your time
Is nearly gone.
And I get caught up
In the moonlight,
Reaching out for a rotten egg,
I don't want to beg,
It's crystal clear your time
Is nearly gone.
Writer(s): Beck David Hansen
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