Dissatisfaction Guaranteed

When she and I first clasped eyes
I put it down to an act of fate
Not we sit here ignoring
We’re well past our sell-by date
She had the money
I was on the make
She had the looks
We had what it takes
Some people can’t be pleased
Dissatisfaction guaranteed
But we’ve never been so reluctant and slow
To get out of control, together
I haven’t heard a decent word
Come out of her mouth in months
She used to be pleased to see me
Now she’s too drunk too stoned and no fun
We’re a burning house
She don’t make a sound
And while I fiddle
Rome burns to the ground
Some people can’t be pleased
Dissatisfaction guaranteed
But we’ve never been so reluctant and slow
To get out of control, together
She met me down on the way to the bottom from the top
She told me my life wasn’t worth the paper it’s written off on
Everything she says is below the belt
A place she otherwise neglected I always felt
Some people can’t be pleased
Dissatisfaction guaranteed
But we’ve never been so reluctant and slow
To get out of control, together