III

You walk in the room so politely
Taking this situation too lightly
Your husband has left you
And you still have nothing to do
A 2 year old son in the world
And living with your parents, 34 years old
Is this what you wanted from your life?
Nothing but mediocrity and strife?
I really didn't think so, Mrs. Jones.

But now you're all alone, without any bones
And you gotta make a living for yourself
But you know you're just another book on the shelf
You went to school and graduated top of the class
So I ask you: what the fuck are you doing on your ass!?
Youre a lawyer, by god, not a fucking house maid!
Does it hurt yet? Anything that I've said?
Because I've just gotten started, Mrs. Jones.

If you don't like the truth, then just go home.
You stole the son of a good man, honey,
And you complain he doesn't send you money!
You blame him for your helpless situation
That he used your resources and cracked your foundation
But what does that say about you?
To ruin a marriage it usually takes two
Your parents have had it, and you just realized
That you're not the perfect girl you were in their eyes
They don't care for you now that you've grown
And that scares you, doesn't it, Mrs. Jones?

Oh you used to laugh and joke about
Anybody that had no home or was down and out
But it doesn't seem so funny now, does it?
To have to look for your own home down in the street?
To have to pay for your own meals
And it hits you in the face: how it's all too real
Youre an open book, Mrs. Jones, I can tell you're afraid
I don't mean to rain down on your parade
But you have no support! Youre out in the unknown!
How does it feel? How the fuck does it feel, Mrs. Jones?

And after this time you finally realized where it's at
You realized that hedonism and laziness aren't all that
So you try to redeem yourself by helping us at work
But you don't give it your all, no, it seems a little short
And you got a new man and you use his home
And you move all your furniture your skeletons your tomes
And you do what he says and you cook his food
But it's clear to see and it's easily understood
That you're still unhappy and you still feel alone
Ain't that the truth, Mrs. Jones?

Where ever it is that you set your boots
Unhappinnes seems to follow suit
Really now, get the hell away from me
I've given you a thousand chances for you to see
But it only seems to me that you're blind
Can you hear it? It's blowing now, the idiot wind.
Go back to your home on 4th street!
It's too late for you to say anything sweet
Give it up, woman, the game is done.
You've lost it all, Mrs. Jones.

"Because something is happening here
But you don't know what it is"
Do you, Mrs. Jones?
No, of course you don't,
And you probably never will
So let's forget about it; go ahead, get your fill
Of what your newest man owns
Because youre shameless, Mrs. Jones.