t.k.o.

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 . . .