Just got back from safari, cruisin' the urban cemetery Back to my home of Christian severity Rented a toothbrush and comb from the funeral home We were playing leap frog, we were playing alone We were touring the house 'cause the host likes to boast Childhood clothing hanging from the bedpost And puberty's ghost still lingers in here the most We were drinking to catastrophe, we were piercing the toast And he'd hole up in his room Wouldn't come down for days Lofty aspirations for a man self-contained And if you could see me up on the stage now I wonder what you would say Did it all for you, I totally adore you Never meant to lead you astray And if you could see me under the spotlight I wonder what you would say She works hard for the money, works hard for it, honey Works hard just to throw it all away What do you do when I'm on the stage? What do you do when I'm on the stage? What do you do when I'm killing myself up there Every night, every day? He'd hole up in his room Wouldn't come down for days Lofty aspirations for a bird in a cage