Aah-aah Aah-aah-aah-aah Oh-oh-oh Well, the need that you feel, on a reel to reel It's a laugh, it's a cry, for some the reason why But is the tape rolling? Is the company controlling? When solo in your room you really cry Aah-aah, yeah Aah-aah-aah-aah Oh-oh-oh So, let's get down to brass tacks You're never safe from sneak attacks On your intelligence, vanity and soul 'Cause when some fucker in a mood Hears the songs, writes something rude Then you find a spade and dig yourself a hole Or a hole in yor arm Lots of pleasure, lost more harm Plus ego, madness, sadness, lots of love Aah-aah Aah-aah-aah-aah Oh-oh-oh Well the things that you see, exposed on your L.P. For you are the same on either side, one and two But some cunt's interpretation Could just ruin your reputation Left alone, with no place to hide Aah-aah Aah-aah-aah-aah Oh-oh-oh So I am just like me Lonely, sad and free To choose my little deaths from day to day, that's right And I often think of you And I hope you'll make it too But the smallest death of all is on its way What do I say now? Aah-aah Aah-aah-aah-aah Oh-oh-oh That's right, I think Aah-aah Aah-aah-aah-aah Oh-oh-oh