What to do?
Could've been a genius if you'd had an axe to grind
Do exceptional things all the time
What to do?
What to do?
Could've been a genius if you'd had an axe to grind
When we moved to the city, it seemed the competition got so much
That compassion's just a nicer way of looking down your nose
Sweetheart, you'll find mediocre people
What to do?
It seems that all the people want to do is crowd the streets of
Less pretty, but the mirror's never failed you like this before
And bellowed all their lows, now nobody knows
What to do?
What to do?
Could've been a genius if you'd had an axe to grind
And more and more and more
And what to do?
When that day finally nears, you'll at least have made it clear
And if wanting ever taught you anything, it's wanting more
What to do?
What to do?
So your revenge on the world will be pencils through your curls
Sweetheart, you'll find mediocre people
What to do
Oh, the ruin will do in your talented mind
Sweetheart, you'll find mediocre people
Oh, the ruin will do in your talented mind
Do exceptional things all the time
On the books, all your bets, favor head-bands and cassettes
Do exceptional things all the time
Oh, the ruin will do in your talented mind
Amsterdam, Pamplona, too, but the bulls have already come and gone
Cigarettes, suffragettes, and bores
