I'm feelin' ugly, I'm feelin low, mornin' mirror, you ain't no rose   Did I mean it or did I lie or did I dream it?   Oh Christ, I'm tired      Why then did you have to grin now the blood rolls down my chin   Oh you know you painted so much blue and I'm much younger than that too   Oh mirror, what did I do to you?      And you're my voyeur, see every line chase them to destinations   On through time and you're my diary, yeah   The bitter truth, unexpurgated a mis-spent youth      Oh, do you have to paint teeth green when they're snowy, white and clean?   Do you have to make eyes red when they're clear and fresh instead?   Oh mirror, I wish you'd lose your head      Sometimes I'm on a gig, and I'm feelin' kinda good   I run and look at you just like a pop star would   But you just glare at me with those dark accusing eyes   That say,"My make-up's good", I'd like to, I'd like so much to      Oh, I'll never look at you again 'cause I'm really not that vain   Seven years bad luck ain't that long before I smash you, hear my song   Oh mirror, I'm sorry you were wrong