1963

You'll never know anything that I've done And you'll never know anything that I've seen Don't you

pretend that you care one bit How have you been, haven't seen you in a while Found your name in

the 'missing person' files Why are you here; there's nothing to prove You'll get nowhere Speak for

yourself, don't be a talk-a-like Try to be righteous, like Tina; not Ike Don't be a private dancer

for life And if you got a mind of your own, why don't you use it And if you got a mind of your

own, why don't you prove it Prove you have brains by blowing them out You'll get nowhere Don't

you realize all this will get you nowhere You scratch the surface at it's most To open up yourself

would make you taste the real thing It has some good times, and some bad But it's better than this

Don't need you here; goodbye for always Your flight outta here has not been delayed Go the hell

away and never come back I never liked what you did and said Suck up to me again; you'll be dead

You'll be JFK; I'll be Lee Harvey Go away Never come back