Mary Prankster
I went to years of public schools
Those education tractor pulls
That gave me a diploma and a scar.
"I want to be a star," I cried.
They said, "You're over-qualified.
Why don't you learn to tune your damn guitar?"
I fucked a bunch of stupid men,
Went back and fucked them all again,
Was never much for romance anyhow.
Pressing Sunday comic art
Onto my Silly Putty heart
It doesn't break, it just bends a little now.
I was gonna change the world through music
I was gonna fall in love
I was gonna live the good life I'd be hearing so much of.
I was gonna be a rock star, baby
I was gonna have some fun
I sure miss 21.
Every friend a starving artist
Arguing over who's the smartest
Every contest ending in a draw.
Masquerade as petty thugs
And do some psychedelic drugs
Nipping at the ankles of the law
We were gonna start a revolution
We were gonna make the scene
We were gonna marry movie stars and storm the silver screen.
We were gonna write imporant novels
We were gonna start a band
It hasn't gone as planned.
Spent more years than I remember
in a club where every member
never feels as if he quite belongs
Searching for my pleasure in
Some brand-new kind of deadly sin
My life was just as aimless as my songs.
I'm gonna make it back to college
I'm gonna quit my job
I'm gonna buy the story I'd been planning just to rob
I'm gonna teach this old dog new tricks
Drinking from the brimming cup,
As soon as I wake up. it just seemed apropos.