IT’S TOO BAD (Chisholm)
It’s too bad that we all can’t be what we wanted to be.
It’s a shame that we all can’t have an original name.
It’s so odd how the telephone rings like so many other things.
It’s too bad that we all can’t be what we wanted to be.
The clock tolls true just for you. Just for you.
The clock tolls true at half past two just for you.
It tells you the time, and doesn’t ask you why, like I would.
If it had ears and eyes and a mouth it would. It would.
It’s too bad that we all can’t be what we wanted to be.
It’s a shame that we all can’t have an original name.
It’s so odd how the telephone rings like so many other things.
It’s too bad that we all can’t be what we wanted to be.
Faceless wonders walk right by me all around.
They don’t care one bit, they don’t give a shit how you sound.
With their faces pointed down, down to the ground, they hear.
But I am faceless too and I will stay that way I fear. I fear.
It’s too bad that we all can’t be what we wanted to be.
It’s a shame that we all can’t have an original name.
It’s so odd how the telephone rings like so many other things.
It’s too bad that we all can’t be what we wanted to be.
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