What To Do Songtext / Lyric

Come on in, sweetie-pie

Have an apple, have some lye...

Leave your friends, righteous and pathetic, standing at the door

On the books, all your bets, favor head-bands and cassettes

Cigarettes, suffragettes, and bores



What to do?

Sweetheart, you'll find

Mediocre people do exceptional things all the time

Oh, the ruin will do in your talented mind...

Could've been a genius if you'd had an axe to grind



When we moved to the city

It seemed the competition got so much less pretty

But the mirror's never failed you like this before

So your revenge on the world

Will be pencils through your curls

And if wanting ever taught you anything, it's wanting more

And more and more and more






What to do?

Sweetheart, you'll find

Mediocre people do exceptional things all the time

Oh, the ruin will do in your talented mind...

Could've been a genius if you'd had an axe to grind

What to do?

What to do?



When that day finally nears

You'll at least have made it clear

That compassion's just a nicer way of looking down your nose

It seems that all the people want to do

Is crowd the streets of

Amsterdam (Pamplona, too)

But the bulls have already come and gone and bellowed all their lows

Now nobody knows



What to do?

Sweetheart, you'll find

Mediocre people do exceptional things all the time

Oh, the ruin will do in your talented mind...

Could've been a genius if you'd had an axe to grind

What to do?

What to do?

Oh, what to do? Oh, what to do? What to do?