This Here's a Story 'Bout Your Friend and Mine (Who is it? Who is it?)

There you stand with your L.A. tan
And your New York walk
and your New York talk

Your mother left you
when you were small

But you're going to 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