Come on in, sweetie-pie, have an apple, have some lye   Leave your friends, righteous and pathetic, standing at the door   On the books, all your bets, favor head-bands and cassettes   Cigarettes, suffragettes, and bores      What to do?   Sweetheart, you'll find mediocre people   Do exceptional things all the time   Oh, the ruin will do in your talented mind   Could've been a genius if you'd had an axe to grind      When we moved to the city, it seemed the competition got so much   Less pretty, but the mirror's never failed you like this before   So your revenge on the world will be pencils through your curls   And if wanting ever taught you anything, it's wanting more   And more and more and more      What to do?   Sweetheart, you'll find mediocre people   Do exceptional things all the time   Oh, the ruin will do in your talented mind   Could've been a genius if you'd had an axe to grind      What to do?   What to do?      When that day finally nears, you'll at least have made it clear   That compassion's just a nicer way of looking down your nose   It seems that all the people want to do is crowd the streets of   Amsterdam, Pamplona, too, but the bulls have already come and gone   And bellowed all their lows, now nobody knows      What to do   Sweetheart, you'll find mediocre people   Do exceptional things all the time   Oh, the ruin will do in your talented mind   Could've been a genius if you'd had an axe to grind      What to do?   What to do?      And what to do?   What to do?   What to do?   What to do?