Well, you could walk like a stranger head back into hereBringing gifts while you act so sincereBringing gifts for a boy who’s five yearsLooking for rocks and training wheelsI don’t remember you from any of those booksAshes to ashes and six feet under, face down in a boxWhere did you ever learn to treat me like thatYou don’t seem to have any of that family stuffYou know the hardwood floors and all that penniless roughYour bad luck follows you like a heart attackTwist your fingers, soon as break your backI don’t remember you from any of those booksAshes to ashes and six feet under, face down in a boxWhere did you ever learn to treat me like that that thatIt’s coming from another with a mother who’s just like yoursGivin’ you headaches and all those mental scoresGive a little, have a little, take some for yourselfLike the needy and the greedy always seem by themselvesWell, you must be, have to be one of theseHidin’ in the shade under your family treeThink I met you once in a liquor storeNo think I saw you hanging by the stage doorHanding out programs to the family theaterDevised a role so you don’t mistreat herTake it wild, take it fastYou never gave yourself a chanceI don’t remember you from any of those booksAshes to ashes and six feet under, face down in a boxWhere did you ever learn to treat me like that, that, that, that