Liz hates her body
Her baby body
She thinks that everybody's looking at
the way her figure's changed
But she hates that public transport moves so slow

Regrets her haircut
A career-ruining haircut
She should have got to cut by her student friend
He's asked it for weeks
But she's on this bus, it always moves so slow

You wanted everything to change
But you could only change your name

You've got to rise above it now, you're
more important than the game
Than the game
More important than the game

Gazes in our own on those stupid morrons
Who buy those magazines to paper tydor
mirror of their homes
But she wonders how many people buy
them for the summer factor
She's making pictures, collaging pictures
A microscoping version of the way they're
crowding in their mind
But this bus wastes roughly on-twelfth
of her day

You wanted everything to change
but you could only change your clothes
Standing in the supermarket aisle
you know these fuckers never close
They were never close
You know these fuckers never close

You wanted everything to change
but you could only change your name