| She never had an education | |
| She uses life as her vocation | |
| Standing on ledges clinging to the edges | |
| The world's a hard place to land on | |
| She has this one way conversation | |
| Trying to avoid a confrontation | |
| Memories of the kind she's rather leave behind | |
| The worlds' a hard place to land on | |
| Life can be lonely can be very sad | |
| Can be something you wish you never had | |
| She never had any affection | |
| So she relates well to rejection | |
| No stories wait discovery | |
| Dreams have passed recovery | |
| The worlds a hard place to land on | |
| She just sleeps all day | |
| In her squalid little slum | |
| And takes little white pills | |
| To make her body feel numb | |
| And it's dark and dirty | |
| And there's nothing left to eat | |
| And in her heart there's a feeling of defeat | |
| Smells of bus and fornication | |
| And a bottle of cheat scent | |
| Should she stick around | |
| If this is all that life meant | |
| Life can be lonely can be very sad | |
| Can be something you wish you never had | |
| Open the door wally, open the door |