Isn't it a shame we don't ever talk no more You just send your letters to my telephone And then you go and drown me out With your compact record collection intact Don't you feel bad that it's come to that? Well she's been in love Under a mountaintop or above There's a sale on isolation Down at the marketplace You can get whatever you need (if you got the money) Isn't it a shame, we don't ever walk no more You just pack up your bags and fly off to the shop to get robbed Don't you feel bad Reaching in your pockets for highs Isn't it a shame, don't you wonder why? Well, if you get bored Of falling in love with the war There's a sale on isolation Down at the marketplace You can get whatever you need There's a sale on isolation Down at the marketplace You can get whatever you need (if you got the money, honey) If you got the money It's all about the money Forget about the glory days of being young Well, if you get bored Of falling in love with the war I heard him singing in a beat up truck Saying, "What you gonna do, what you gonna do for me?" Tore up a letter to improve my luck Said, "How do you do, what you gonna do for me?" Bang bang, she goes shooting at my waist Said, "I like you, what you gonna do for me?" You throw a label right across my face Saying, "That's not true, what you gonna do for me?" What you gonna do for me Hey, what you gonna do for me What you gonna do for me