You're doing it all for time One more day as the weeks go by You're doing it all for kicks But he fixed that when you were six Gave you a car and therapy Golden cage of apathy To lose, too loose To use and lose abuse To lose, too loose To use and lose confused You're doing it all for spite He did you so wrong and you couldn't write You're doing it all on tape Things you can't rewind and you can't erase Some call it art and make it clean You're not so smart, you're no machine
Protection, rejection They got you going down, down You're doing it all for hate In a minute dance or an hour date You're doing it all for me Well I can see you, but you can't see me Remember back just before you left When your picture made every fashion spread And the things that stayed inside my mind Well you didn't drop dead and you didn't drop dime In houses on couches . . They'll take you, they'll break you They got you going down, going down Going down Going down . .