Sometimes it’s funny how eloquence sounds eloquent nAnd sometimes all that you can do is all that you can donSometimes I wish I had a button I could pushnTo make things go my waynn…Always talking in my ear and causingnPain and jealousy and hateful feelings I don’t wantnAnd can’t you see that I think only of my legacy nAnd not much else at allnnSometimes, sometimes,nSometimes, sometimes,nSpilt milk will make you cry nSometimes, sometimesnnI live off bread and milk and alcohol and tea and coffee,nSometimes I’ll make an egg but hate to break the shell,nWhen you have no money milk that spilt will make you crynBut look back and you’ll smilennSometimes, sometimes,nSometimes, sometimes,nSpilt milk will make you crynSometimes, sometimesnnLife is not much funnResenting everyonenI’ve made use for knives and gunsnAnd not much use for lovennSometimes, sometimes,nSometimes, sometimes,nSpilt milk will make you crynSometimes, sometimesnnSometimes, sometimes,nSpilt milk will make you crynSpilt milk bring a tear to your eyenSometimes, sometimesn