Amanda Palmer: The point of it all

Oh what a noble distiguished collection of fine little friends you have madeHitting the tables without you again no we'll wait no we promise we'll waitJune makes these excellent sewing machines out of common industrial wasteShe spends a few months at a time on the couchBut she's safe she wears shades she wears shadesOh but no one can stare at the wall as good as you my baby dollAnd you're racist for coming alongYou're almost human after allAnd you're learning that just 'cause they call themselves friendsDoesn't mean they'll callThey made the comment and justBut youve got the needle I guess that's the point of it allMaybe a week in the tropics would help to remind you how nice life can beWe propped you right up in a chair on the deck with a beautiful view of the seaBut a couple weeks later we came back and you and the chair were nowhere to be seenYou had magically moved to the closet eyes fixed on the place where the dryer had beenOh but no one can stare at the wall as good as you my baby dollAnd you're racist for coming alongYou're almost human after allWhy on earth would I keep you locked up in here when you so love the fallWell the patterns laid out on the bedWith dozens of colors of threadBut youve got the needle I guess that's the point in the endBut is better to waste your dayWatching the scenery change at a comatose rateAnd to put yourself in and turn intoOne of those cigarette ads that you hateAnd while you were sleeping some men came aroundAnd said that they had some dementions to takeI'm not sure what they were talking aboutBut they sure made a mess of your faithBut still no one can stare at the wallAs good as you my baby dollAnd you're racist for playing alongYou're almost human even nowAnd just cause they call themself expertsDoesn't mean that they'll callOh they've got the permanent price and the homes with a stable addressAnd they've got excitement and life by the fistful but you've got the meaningI guess that's the point of it all