Steel And Glass
(This is a story about your friend and mineWho is it, who is it, who is it?)
There you stand with your L.A. tanAnd your New York walk and your New York talkYou're mother left you when you were smallBut you're gonna wish you wasn't born at all
Steel and glassSteel and glassSteel and glassSteel and glass
Your phone don't ring no one answers your callHow does it feel to be off the wall
Well your mouthpiece squawks as he spreads your liesBut you can't pull strings if your hands are tiedWell your teeth are clean but your mind is cappedYou leave your smell like an alley cat
Steel and glassSteel and glassSteel and glassSteel and glass