Heart sick at the sight of the   Status Seeker   In a sense I'm not beyond reproach   the aspiration to drop a name   When any rose might smell the same   Maybe you'll figure it out someday   'I want to know you now...   You know I've always believed in you.'      Nothing is sacred...   You draw the bottom line   with a dollar sign   Change of opinion...   At the drop of a dime   Graceless intrusion...   Are you sanctified in your judgment of me?   All that I deserve is what you were unable to see      In the garden where the seeds were spilled   I favored the few that stood strong in the sun   As I reached for the profit of my prize   I found I had trampled the forgotten ones.      Nothing is sacred...   You draw the bottom line   with a dollar sign   Change of opinion...   At the drop of a dime   Graceless intrusion...   Are you sanctified in your judgment of me?   All that I deserve is what you were unable to see      You're running in circles   And I'm turning away   You refused to believe   Now I'm turning away      Nothing is sacred...   You draw the bottom line   with a dollar sign   Change of opinion...   At the drop of a dime   Graceless intrusion...   Are you sanctified in your judgment of me?   All that I deserve is what you were unable to see      You're running in circles   And I'm turning away   You refused to believe   Now I'm turning away