Another round for my dark companion The view from here is crowded now I raise my glass My doppelganger smiles at me From across the room The great social issues mean less than nothing; Two-dimensional pests On my T.V. screen I will wear only black and white And hide in the alleys On saturday nights The endless prattle of politicians Rings in my ears The rain makes my mascara run Another round for my dark companion The view from here is crowded now I raise my glass My doppelganger smiles at me From across the room Another round for my dark companion Another round for my dark companion Another round for my dark companion