All that work, and what did it get me?
Why did I do it?
Scrapbooks full of me in the background.
Give 'em love, and what does it get ya?
What does it get you?
One quick look as each of 'em leaves you.

All your life, and what does it get ya?
Thanks a lot, and out with the garbage.
They take bows, and you're battin' zero.