One autumn day, snow on my back
I saw a man under the tracks
He was hoping for heaven’s door
He doesn’t want to cry no more
A skinny heap upon the field
Tied to an ivory wheel
Set ablaze for the children’s chore
They don’t want to cry no more
A plastic girl, her paper walls
My love, as far as I recall
She skates on a broken floor
She doesn’t want to cry no more
Oh why, why, why
I put an iron to my skin
Hoping to find my faith again
But I shouldn’t have to kiss the floor
I just don’t want to cry no more
In the kitchen, I ran dry
I hung my head and I started to cry
Play me a lyre for Pluto’s door
Then I won’t have to cry no more
Oh why, why, why