Amanda Palmer - The Point Of It All

The Point Of It All

Oh what a noble distiguished collection of fine little friends you have made
Hitting the tables without you again no we'll wait no we promise we'll wait
June makes these excellent sewing machines out of common industrial waste
She spends a few months at a time on the couch
But she's safe she wears shades she wears shades
Oh but no one can stare at the wall as good as you my baby doll
And you're aces for coming along
You're almost human after all
And you're learning that just 'cause they call themselves friends
Doesn't mean they'll call
They made the comment and just
But you've got the needle, I guess that's the point of it all

Maybe a week in the tropics would help to remind you how nice life can be
We propped you right up in a chair on a deck with a beautiful view of the sea
But a couple days later we came back and you and the chair were nowhere to be seen
You had magically moved to the closet eyes fixed to the place where the dryer had been
Oh but no one can stare at the wall as good as you my baby doll
And you're aces for coming along
You're almost human after all
Why on earth would I keep you propped up in here when you so love the fall
Well the patterns laid out on the bed
With dozens of colors of thread
But youve got the needle, I guess that's the point in the end

Well it's better to waste your day watching the scenery change at a comatose rate
Then to put yourself in and turn into one of those cigarette ads that you hate
But while you were sleeping some men came around and said they had some dementions to take
I'm not sure what they were talking about but they sure a mess of your face
But still no one can stare at the wall as good as you my baby doll
And you're aces for playing along you're almost human even now
And just cause they call themselves experts it doesn't mean sweet fuck all.
Oh they've got the permanent price and the homes with a stable address
And they've got excitement and life by the fistful but you've got the needle
I guess that's the point of it all