Beth

Music and Lyric by David W. Jacobsen
Copyright 1998. All Rights Reserved.

I remember we were both new together
standing on the back steps of our high school
with all the winners, we were talking of Metallica
making fun of all the passers by

I remember we were both new together
listening to their stories of drunken escapades
I stood and watched them but you wanted to be like them
Congratulations now you're one of them.

we thought we were so very very cool
and we were very very wrong
we thought we were so very very cool
and we were quite mistaken

Now you look strung out and talk about how much you say
Your life sucks and how you've been dealt a bad deal
but you know damn well that you are what you made you
you had every chance to be anything at all

You speak of poverty and a tragic childhood
when you're from affluent Jewish families
and you wear a cross for fashion and try to look like white trash
Why not wear a swastika instead?

to be a have and pretend that you're a have not
seems the lowest thing to me
to be a have and pretend that you're a have not
is the lowest thing

You're strung out again. Your parents send you back to rehab
I'm sorry I feel nothing at all for you
How could I when you are what you made you
you had every chance to be anything at all

you know it's funny I used to sort of like you
in those days when you were not so gone
and I'll admit it, I used to want to fuck you
but now I'm afraid of just what I would catch.

you are a have but pretend that you're a have not
you're lowest thing I've seen
you are a have but pretend that you're a have not
you're the lowest thing