(Here we go, quitado)      Feel like dying in my shoes   I don't think that I can walk the mile   just to drag you back down   into that wicked life you've made      Feel like drowning in my soup   I don't think I could ever swallow   when I read the killing letters   of your Christian middle name      I know that I don't have a pristine bone in my body   you're certain you can get to everyone   you've found the perfect scapegoat in your only one      Cigarette sandwich in the evening   Ice cold coffee from the time you loved me   now only winter runs her crippled fingers   through my thinning hair      People call but I don't answer    I'm killing myself on the iron landing   just to watch the twilight traffic    bleeding from that city square      I know that I don't have a pristine bone in my body   you're certain you can get to everyone   you've found the perfect scapegoat in your only one      I know that I don't have a pristine bone in my body   you're certain you can get to everyone   you've found the perfect scapegoat in your only one      I was the only one   I was the only one