I'm the one layin on the ground,
I'm the one pickin you up when you've been downed.

I got no time for your stupid rhyme,
I got no dime to see you at showtime.

I'm done with this superstitious bliss,
I'm done with waiting for Death's sweet kiss.

I'm fed up the mockingbird that didn't sing.
Daddy, I don't want a pretty diamond ring.

I just want to feel like I belong.
I'm tired of everyone else writing my song.

At the time it seemed so sublime,
But now I see it was a waste not at all benign.

Get out of my way.
I'll make you pay.

I'm fed up with the mockingbird that didn't sing.
Daddy, I don't want a pretty diamond ring.