All Cleaned Out -
by Elliott Smith
| Here come your pride and joy | |
| The comic little drunk | |
| You call your boy | |
| Making everybody smile | |
| Who takes your pretty plan | |
| And then becomes a disappearing man | |
| After a little while | |
| I saw you with your make-up running down | |
| Now what's that all about | |
| You say you don't want anyone around | |
| Cause you're all cleaned out | |
| You toss the empty beer | |
| Not really as composed as you appear | |
| A icicle inside | |
| Wearing clothes that clash | |
| Wondering is this treasure, is this trash | |
| Still trying to decide | |
| About 5 o'clock here comes your clown | |
| With the foot he's throwing down | |
| But all you say is you don't want anyone around | |
| Come not right now | |
| There ain't nothing to dream | |
| You don't want to think about it | |
| I'm sorry you seem so stumped | |
| And I'm sorry you think you have to hold your tongue | |
| When your so pretty and smart | |
| I'm seeing you caving in | |
| Becoming afraid of all these men | |
| That you've given your heart | |
| I saw you with your make up running down | |
| Now what's that all about | |
| You say you don't want anyone around | |
| Cause you're cleaned out | |
| All cleaned out | |
| All cleaned out |