Well, I Know You Find It Hard To Smile

To Keep Your Happiness In Style

You Pass In Silence In The Mornin'

You Know You Shouldn't Ever Try To Ignore Me



And You Look To Be Pretty Nervous

Sweaty Hands And Blood Shot Eyes

So Hard To Identify You

Just A Loser In A Loser's Disguise



She Don't Back Down

And She Won't Come Around Here

Now There's All This Talk About Dying

Well I Don't Get It, For The Life Of Me



With Your Fingernails Painted Red

And Your Eyes All Ready To Wed

Decorated From Head To Toe

Like A Magician In A Talent Show



She Don't Back Down

And She Don't Come Around Here

An' There's All This Talk About Dying

Well I Don't Get It, For The Life Of Me



So You've Smoked Your Last Cigarette

Burned Coldly On A Train From Tibet

And Broke Your Last Bottle Of Wine

And Unraveled Your Last Ball Of Twine



Well, She Don't Back Down

She Don't Come Around Here

Now There's All This Talk About Dying

Well I Don't Get It, For The Life Of Me



She Don't Back Down

She Don't Come Around Here

Now There's All This Talk About Dying

Well I Don't Get It, For The Life Of Me



Well, I Know You Find It Hard To Smile

To Keep Your Happiness In Style

You Pass In Silence In The Mornin'

You Know You Don't Usually Ignore Me



Now There's All This Talk About Dying

Well, I Don't Get It, For The Life Of Me