Diamonds

Diamonds are a ritual A prize in a Cracker Jack A name that you won't get back Diamonds are a runaround A game you can't win While you wait for your life to begin Miss the party, drink the punch The drunk ones are the lucky bunch Diamonds play single So sharp and abrasive Just look at their poor faces, it's sad It's not in the cards for them Look down at their hands You'll see nothing, just emptiness and misery Miss the party, drink the punch The drunk ones are the lucky bunch Drink till they can't tell what's wrong Drink till they can't tell what's wrong Diamonds are a piece of twine A seal on the envelope Some guarantee of hope Diamonds are just rocks that shine So I'm not the diamond kind I'll never see a diamond mine Miss the party, drink the punch The drunk ones are the lucky bunch 'Cause they can't remember when they've had such a bad time No, they can't remember when they've had such a bad time No, they can't remember when they've had such a bad time Except they make diamond rings And diamonds are the hardest things