Diamonds

Diamonds are a ritual

A prize in a cracker jack

A name that you won't get back

Diamonds are a run around

A game you can't win

While you wait for your life to begin

Miss the party

Drink the punch

The drunk ones are the lucky bunch

Diamonds play single

So sharp and abbrasive

Just look at their poor faces

It's sad

It's not in the cards for them

Look down at their hands

You'll see nothing but emptiness and misery

Miss the party

Drink the punch

The drunk ones are the lucky bunch

Drink til' they can't tell what's wrong

Drink til' they can't tell what's wrong

Diamonds are a piece of twine

A seal on the envelope

Some guarantee of hope

Diamonds are just rocks that shine

So I'm not the diamond kind

I'll never see a diamond mine

Miss the party

Drink the punch

The drunk ones are the lucky bunch

'cause they can't remember when they've had such a bad time

No they can't remember when they've had such a bad time

They can't remember when they've had such a bad time

Except they make diamond rings

And diamonds are the hardest things