And on the Day That He Became a Human Plumb-Line Songtext
von Beecher

The key to friendship, as all of us know, is common interest
But he is interested in nothing but sleeping and
Eating and hating everything else

The only thing in his life that takes any amount of thought is his job
And he hates that too
It′s no recipe for success
(It's no recipe for success)
It′s no recipe for success


Brown Eyes is his best friend, well...
She is in his mind, but she doesn't seem to see it like that
He's not allowed within 100 meters of his own best friend?
He loves her, so he wants to kill her, no...
No, he wants to show her
And his only other joy, his newspapers and TV
And his collection of overpriced fashionable goods
It′s a sorry state of affairs when
Your best conversations are with yourself
A sorry, sorry state of affairs

Once he invited his "friends", or work associates
As they should rightfully be
Referred to, out together for a social drink
Of course they obliged, but not without hesitation
The subject likes a drink or ten
There it is, the answer, his real best friend
They had all left within 15 minutes of his barroom antics
Not pleasant, no... not pleasant
Another night alone, eh? Not long left now
He′s winding down, it's over, it feels over
He can′t take this for much longer
There is nothing left for him in this world
There is nothing left for him in this world
("There is nothing left for me in this world")

Take a deep breath and try to think
Of all the things that made you smile