You must be good for something
Situation hollow, loving changed to dollars, I can't live with your
totalitarian standars
Sitting in the backseat, beauty on a backstreet, cleaning in a K-Mart dress,
I ask is somebody your, oh my
You must be good for something
You're much too good for me.
Poor imagination, boobs on every station.
You think it's free 'cause they show it on the cable TV
Your favourite kind of reading is the lyric-sheet.
The record you play, you play because it's number one.
There's nothing wrong with being the majority.
Who acts the only way, that's even logical.
I'm out of time, I know that I could never be like you
You must be good for something
I know you're good for something.