The second time around, you know it Really got me down. Sister don't you judge it, just Keep it to yourself now and If ya ain't got nothing good to say Don't say nothin' at all I got bitten by the bitter bug, and now I Just can't get enough of Ill will and my own conceit I'm Weary of the world it seems. I'm weary of the world, Weary of the world it seems. It's sort of always gone my way I'm just a little bit off these days Like I've had hard knocks all my life, Like I'm a bible belt wife Like I didn't see it coming, Like I didn't walk in willingly See, I never want to sing again La la la like a butterfly Without my wits about me, Without my heart in line. Third time's a charm This is mine You said you heard Loretta sing And you felt the loneliness seeping in, The cowboys made you uneasy, You're a god-fearing lesbian So you learn not to yearn And you take it on the chin again Here's what I find about compromise - Don't do it if it hurts inside, Cause either way you're screwed, And eventually you'll find You may as well feel good; You may as well have some pride Come August we'll go to Cherokee and Hear Loretta do her thing, Pack it into the Indian casino and Make the hillbilly scene, Kick up our heels And join in Are you my ally or my enemy? Do you have self-loathing or empathy? Can you keep me in your prayers, Sister, can you keep me in there somewhere? And sister... If you ain't got nothing good to say... Don't say nothin' at all.