I am not the type of dog
   That could keep you waiting
   For no good reason
   Run a carbon-black test on my jaw
   And you will find it's all been said before
  
   I can swing my megaphone and long arm the rest
   It's easier and better
   To just beat it from the chest
   Of desire
  
   I could walk into this room
   And the waves of conversation are enough
   To knock you down in the undertow
   So alone so alone in my life
   Feed me banks of light
   And hang your hairshirt on the lowest rung
   It's a beautiful life
   And I can hang my hairshirt
   Away up high in the attic of the wrong dog's life chest
   Or bury it at sea
   All my life Iv'e searched for this
  
   Here I am here I am in your life
   It's a beautiful life
   My life
   It's a beautiful life
   Your life