Steel and Glass

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 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 spread your lies
But you can't pull strings
If your hands are tied

Well your teeth are clean
And your mind is capped
You leave your smell
Like an alley cat

Steel and glass
Steel and glass
Steel and glass
Steel and glass