I hate myself for loving lovin' you and
And the weakness that it showed
You were just a painted face on
On a trip down to suicide roadenter added
The stage was set, the lights went out all
All around the old hotel
I hate myself for loving lovin' you and
And I'm glad the curtain fell. fell

I hate that foolish game we played and
And the need that was expressed
And the mercy that you showed to me, whoever me
Who ever would have guessed guessed?

I went out on Lower Broadway and lower broadway
And I felt that place within
That hollow place where martyrs weep and
And angels play with sin. sin

Heard your songs of freedom and
And man forever stripped
Acting out his folly while
While his back is being whippedenter added
Like a slave in orbit he's
He's beaten 'til he's tame
All for a moment's glory and
And it's a dirty, rotten shame. shame

There are those who worship loneliness, loneliness
I'm not one of them
In this age of fiberglassenter added
I'm searching for a gementer added
The crystal ball upon up on the wall hasn't
Hasn't shown me nothing nothin' yet
I've paid the price of solitude but
But at least last I'm out of debt. debt

I can't recall a useful thing you
You ever did for me
'Cept pat me on the back one time when
When I was on my kneesenter added
We stared into each other's others eyes 'till
'Til one of us would break
No use to apologize, what apologize
What difference would it make ? make?

So sing your praise of progress and
And of the Doom Machine doom machine
The naked truth is still taboo whenever
Whenever it can be seenenter added
Lady Luck luck who shines on me, will me
Will tell you where I'm at
I hate myself for loving lovin' you but
But I should get over that. that