The Point Of It All Songtext

Out of carmen industrial waste

She spends a few months at a time on the couch

But she's safe, she wears shades, she wears shades

But no one can stare at the wall as good as you, my babydoll

And you're aces 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 you're aces 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 in the end



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

Said they had some 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 you're aces 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