(Warren Zevon) I'm getting tired of you You're getting tired of me And it's the final act Of our little tragedy So don't feign indignation It's a fait accompli You can screw everybody I've ever known But I still won't talk to you on the phone It's a hopeless cause--there's no use crying And I can die, you can die We can die trying Thanks anyway, no use hangin' around You try to put the finishing touches on me You say it's all my fault Who's keeping score? Some people like to be punished They keep coming back for more But I'm sick & tired And my cock is sore You can screw everybody I've ever known But I still won't talk to you on the phone It's a hopeless cause--there's no use crying And I can die, you can die We can die trying Thanks anyway, no use hangin' around You try to put the finishing touches on me Thanks anyway No use hangin' around You try to put the finishing touches on me Thanks anyway . . . Finishing touches, finishing touches on me
