The music was new
black polished chrome
And came over the summer
like liquid night.
The DJ's took pills to stay awake
and play for seven days
They went to the studio
And someone knew him
Someone knew the TV showman
He came to our homeroom party
and played records
And when he left in the hot noon sun
and walked to his car
We saw the chooks had written
F-U-C-K on his windshield
He wiped it off with a rag
and smiling coolly drove away
He's rich. Got a big car.
My gang will get you
Scenes of rape in the arroyo
Seduction in cars, abandoned buildings
Fights at the food stand
The dust
the shoes
Open shirts and raised collars
Bright sculptured hair.
Hey man, you want girls, pills, grass? C'mon...
I show you good time.
This place has everything. C'mon...
I show you.You're the queen of your own little world, you really made a splash,
got the offers rollin' in, but you're nothing more
than high paid trash.
Everybody wants to know what goes on in your head,
pity if they found out that you're lonely in your bed.
Maybe it all happened to you just a little too fast.
Won't let anybody touch you? So you do it for yourself.
Plain to see there's a woman cryin' out for help.
You're a superstar, but you don't know who you are,
and your money won't get you very far.
You're a mystery, nothing can set you free,
your demons haunt you endlessly.
You face the end of your youth in a tired little masquerade,
you talk to people with a tongue like a newly sharpened razor blade.
Yours is not a life that lets you take a look inside,
morals and convictions meet a fate of genocide,
but in the end you'll be sleeping in the bed you made.
All you want's a daddy, the one you never had,
a need for understanding aching in you bad...
...it seems so clear to me, there's something that you'd rather be.
Take a look around you now, before it's much too late,
make the choice to change, or be a victim of your fate.
All your life, you've been running from the girl inside...
...oh, but it's plain to see there's someone...