Two Star
Well it's not for me to say

But I can't see what you see in him anyway

But such righteousness in me

Is not a nice thing to display

And who am I for cristsakes anyway

To judge a life this way

When my own's in disarray

When my own's in disarray

When my own's in disarray

I watch Saturday kids' TV

With the sound turned down

I leave food on the eiderdown

All my thoughts pushed underground

Maybe you're happy

Everyone says you are

You drive around on two star

You leave your life ajar

And God knows you desserve it

Bad luck follows everyone

So go on, and stop listening to me

Stop listening to me

And don't ask me how I feel

Don't ask me how I feel

So it's not for me to say

Because I change my mind from day to day

And when I look at you

I only see bits of myself anyway

So go on, and stop listening to me

Stop lisening to me

And don't ask me what to say

Or to judge a life this way

When my own's in disarray

My own's in disarray

My own's in disarray