She said, «I’ve got no soul, I am not Nessarose
That is the way that life goes»
I said, «Just let it show, you are not Nessarose
Come on, grab your broom, let’s go
Come on, grab your broom, let’s blow away»
She said, «I’ve got no soul, I am not Nessarose
That is the way that life goes»
I said, «Just let it show that you’re not Nessarose
Come on, grab your broom, let’s go
Come on, grab your broom, let’s blow»
I don’t know where she ends and where I begin
The girl with green oily skin, she ends where I begin
I don’t know where she ends and where I begin
The girl with green oily skin, she ends where I begin
Look at Dorothy in the sickly sweet undertow
Look at Dorothy, believing and leading them all down the Yellow Brick Road
She said, «I’ve got no soul»
I said, «You do, though»
She said, «I’ve got no soul, I am not Nessarose
That’s just the way that life goes
That’s just the way that life blows away»
