Fallow from the loss of sun
Fields turn into spoil
And sought along the arid plains 
For food left in the soil
And all the mothers, fathers with, 
Their water and their wood
Give life to an inheritor
Relieved not understood
 [bad word] from a line of crooks
Bitter and brittle men
So I won't be around when those 
Wedding bells ring
But I'm mean and marked up enough
To give you my hand 
With none of my roots showing

So leave me a little privacy
Don't call, [bad word] around at all
Leave me a little decency
And call off all your dogs
Or their collars [bad word] off

Following the loss of laws 
Saying in their turn
For every man to live his life
She'll have to last and burn
And all the brothers, sisters, mothers, 
Fathers and their sons, will
Be passed along the daily deal
Alike the day before

La da, da da, da da, da da, la da

Don't get like that
Don't recoil back in silence
All that I ask is just a couple of seconds 
In private

Leave me a little privacy 
Don't call, [bad word] around at all
Leave me a little decency
And call off all your dogs

Oh, I'm sorry darlin', you're just gonna have to choose
It's either me or the elephant in the room
I can't stand to lose ya, I can't stand to lose ya
But it's either me or the elephant in the room ^r