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(This is a story about your friend and mine Who is it, who is it, who is it?)
There you stand with your L.A. tan And your New York walk and your New York talk You're mother left you when you were small But you're gonna wish you wasn't born at all
Steel and glass Steel and glass Steel and glass Steel and glass
Your phone don't ring no one answers your call How does it feel to be off the wall
Well your mouthpiece squawks as he spreads your lies But you can't pull strings if your hands are tied Well your teeth are clean but your mind is capped You leave your smell like an alley cat
Steel and glass Steel and glass Steel and glass Steel and glass
You were a child Crawling on your knees toward it Making momma so proud, But your voice is too loud
We like to watch you laughing, You pick the insects off plants No time to think of consequences
Control yourself Take only what you need from it A family of trees wanted To be haunted
The water is warm But it’s sending me shivers A baby is born Crying out for attention
The memories fade Like looking through a fogged mirror Decision to decisions are made And not bought, But I thought this wouldn’t hurt a lot. I guess not
I'm feeling rough, I'm feeling raw, I'm in the prime of my life. Let's make some music, make some money, find some models for wives. I'll move to Paris, shoot some heroin, and fuck with the stars. You man the island and the cocaine and the elegant cars.
This is our decision, to live fast and die young. We've got the vision, now let's have some fun. Yeah, it's overwhelming, but what else can we do. Get jobs in offices, and wake up for the morning commute.
Forget about our mothers and our friends We're fated to pretend To pretend We're fated to pretend To pretend
I'll miss the playgrounds and the animals and digging up worms I'll miss the comfort of my mother and the weight of the world I'll miss my sister, miss my father, miss my dog and my home Yeah, I'll miss the boredom and the freedom and the time spent alone.
There's really nothing, nothing we can do Love must be forgotten, life can always start up anew. The models will have children, we'll get a divorce We'll find some more models, everything must run it's course.
We'll choke on our vomit and that will be the end We were fated to pretend To pretend We're fated to pretend To pretend
