The Point Of It All

Oh, what a noble, distinguished collection
Of fine little friends you have made
Hitting the tables without you again
No, we'll wait, no, we promise we'll wait
And June makes these excellent sewing machines out of carbon industrial waste
She spends a few months at a time on the couch
But she's fine, she wears shades, she wears shades
But no one can stare at the wall as good as you, my babydoll
And your race is for playing 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 in jest
But you've got the needle
I guess that's the point of it all

Maybe a week in the tropics will help to remind you how nice life can be
We propped you right up in a chair on the deck with a beautiful view of the sea
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 spot where the dryer had been
Oh yes, no one can stare at the wall as good as you, my babydoll
And your race is 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?
The pattern's laid out on the bed
With dozens of colours of thread
But you've got the needle
I guess that's the point of it all

It's better to waste your day watching the scenery change at a comatose rate
Than to put yourself in it and turn into one of those cigarette ads that you hate
But while you were sleeping some men came around
And they said had dimensions to take
I'm not sure what they were talking about
But they sure made a mess of your face
But still no one can stare at the wall as good as you, my babydoll
And your race is for coming along
You're almost human, even now
And just cause they say that they're experts doesn't mean sweet fuck all
They've got the permanent press
And 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