You're religious disease was a myth
It was scarlet fever you held tight in your fist
Just a baby in degrees of platinum blonde
In 8-2-6 with your sapphire ring on

And now you've got the prize I hope that you kept your receipt

Don't you understand just how bad this world can be?
Your pictures and conceptions that never let you be

And now you understand there ain't nothing left to be
This morning was your drama test & last night was only a comedy

You look for family in every face you see
And wonder why your disappointments always come in threes
You said your mother was named after me
Through Tanqueray and tears that you never let them see

And now you've got the prize I hope that you kept your receipt

Don't you understand just how bad this world can be?
Your pictures and conceptions that never let you be

And now you understand there ain't nothing left to be
This morning was your drama test & last night was only a comedy