Well my kind's been around forever   And I claim to be one of the few   But the lost cause of words walks away with my nerves   'Cause I'm gay as a choir boy for you      You got hair that recalls me of rivers   Runs softly while you dream of you   But your heart is so cold that it shivers   'Cause that I know is I'm nothing to you      And I followed you into the party   That no one invited me to   But alone I made love to my 40   And played make-believe it was you      But I watched you forget your belongings   And belongings you've got quite a few   I filled up your bag with my longings   And searched through this whole, wide city for you      And we'll walk 'neath the street lamps forever   You'll say you remind me of you   It's so damn cliche that it's clever   It's so fucking false, you think that it's true      'Cause I heard that you forgot that you were (a) lover   And lovers you've got one or two   But you can't tell one from the other   Now, mama, now you're nothing to you      And it's down by the riverside (wasting away)   And it's down by the riverside (beating the clay)