so march is in like a lion   and she marches out like a lamb   you can't blame a girl for trying   we all need a helping hand   maybe someone who could drag me up   out of my dirty dreams   pick me up and dust me off   so i might spread some relief      you build your life out of diamonds   and you brush away the dirt   and you brush away the problems      and you wonder what   that good life's got   miles of rope to   burn      there's a girl tied to the train tracks   down the road from your house, singing   "the western world could mark a throwback   spaghetti dangling from their mouths"   if life is sex and entertainment   then i die some everyday   i'll count my losses and cash my chips in   i might better spend my pay      you build your life out of diamonds   and you brush away the dirt   and you push away your problems      and you wonder what   the good life's got   piles of rope to   tie down the dying      you can stop the train...   just pull the brake...