What to Do

Come on in, sweetie-pie Have an apple, have some lye... Leave your friends, righteous and pathetic, standing at the door On the books, all your bets, favor head-bands and cassettes Cigarettes, suffragettes, and bores What to do? Sweetheart, you'll find Mediocre people do exceptional things all the time Oh, the ruin will do in your talented mind... Could've been a genius if you'd had an axe to grind When we moved to the city It seemed the competition got so much less pretty But the mirror's never failed you like this before So your revenge on the world Will be pencils through your curls And if wanting ever taught you anything, it's wanting more And more and more and more What to do? Sweetheart, you'll find Mediocre people do exceptional things all the time Oh, the ruin will do in your talented mind... Could've been a genius if you'd had an axe to grind What to do? What to do? When that day finally nears You'll at least have made it clear That compassion's just a nicer way of looking down your nose It seems that all the people want to do Is crowd the streets of Amsterdam (Pamplona, too) But the bulls have already come and gone and bellowed all their lows Now nobody knows What to do? Sweetheart, you'll find Mediocre people do exceptional things all the time Oh, the ruin will do in your talented mind... Could've been a genius if you'd had an axe to grind What to do? What to do? Oh, what to do? Oh, what to do? What to do?