Ashes to ashes and six feet under, face down in a box
Twist your fingers, soon as break your back
Bringin' you headaches and all those mental sores
Take a little, have some, need some for yourself
Well, you must be, have to be one of these
I don't remember you from any of those books
Ashes to ashes and six feet under, face down in a box
Like the needy and the greedy always seem by themselves
Hidin' under, on the shade of your family tree
You don't seem to have any of that family stuff
I don't remember you from any of those books
I think I saw you hangin' by the stage door
Ashes to ashes and six feet under, face down in a box
Devised a role, too proud to run, so you don't mistreat her
You never gave yourself a chance
Where'd ya ever learn to treat me like that, that, that?
Well, I don't remember you from any of those books
Take it wild, take it fast
Looking for rocks and training wheels
It's coming from another with a mother who's just like yours
Didn't I meet you once in a liquor store?
Your bad luck follows you like a heart attack
You know the hardwood floors and all that penniless rough
Bringing gifts for a boy who's five years
Handing out programs to the family theaters, feeders
Where'd ya ever learn to treat me like that?
