Point of It All

Oh, what a noble, distinguished collection
Of fine little friends you have made
Hitting the tables without you again
No, well wait, no, we promise, well wait

Well, June makes these excellent sewing machines
Out of common industrial waste
She spends a few days at a time on the couch
But shes safe, she wears shades, she wears shades

Oh, but no one can stare at the wall
As good as you, my baby doll
And youre aces for coming along
Youre almost human after all
And youre learning that just cause they call
Themselves friends doesnt mean theyll call

They made the comment in jest
But youve got the needle
I guess thats the point of it all

Maybe a week in the tropics would help
To remind you how nice life can be
We propped you right up in a chair on a deck
With a beautiful view of the sea

But a couple weeks later we came back
And you and the chair were nowhere to be seen
You had magically moved to the closet
Eyes fixed to the place where the dryer had been

Oh, but no one can stare at the wall
As good as you, my baby doll
And youre aces for coming along
Youre almost human after all
Why on earth would I keep you propped up in here
When you so love the fall?

The patterns laid out on the bed
With dozens of colors of thread
But youve got the needle
I guess thats the point in the end

But its better to waste your day
Watching the scenery change at a comatose rate
Than to put yourself in it and turn into one of those
Cigarette ads that you hate

But while you were sleeping some men came around
Said they had some dimensions to take
Im not sure what they were talking about
But they sure made a mess of your face

But still, no one can stare at the wall
As good as you, my baby doll
And youre aces for playing along
Youre almost human, even now
And just cause they call themselves experts
It doesnt mean sweet fuck all

Theyve got the permanent press
Homes with a stable address
And theyve got excitement and life by the fistful
But youve got the needle, I guess thats the point of it all