Got a grand house out in the country.
Marble pillars holding the door.
Empty bottles lining the wall from the night before.
Got a roller out in the garage.
But the wheels are stuck to the floor.
Got no reason to go anywhere--no friends call anymore.
I dont want to be me, I dont want to be me,

I know its hard to see, but I dont want to be me.
Had me playing down at the palace.
I was declared the belle of the ball.
Made the boys take my goods and chattels away--
Now Im staring at an empty hall.
I dont want to be me.

Pardon me--Im on my way.
Pardon me but Im going.
Taking on the simple life and I feel the grass roots growing.
Im going to ride the ragged road--
Diamond spurs jangling into the sunset.
No circuits running overload--well maybe Im not done yet.

Now theres nothing left in the cupboard
And three bears been eating my soup.
My life is one big critical mess if you take a look.
And the butlers off in ibiza on expense account gone berserk.
But I cant check out of this crazy world
Without being a jerk--i dont want to be me.