Steel & Glass

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 Your mother left you when you were small But you're gonna wish you wasn't born at all, hey Steel and gla*s, steel and gla*s Steel and gla*s, steel and gla*s Your phone don't ring, no one answers your call How does it feel to be off the wall? Hey Well, your mouthpiece squawks as he spreads your lies But you can't pull strings if your hands are tied, hey, hey Well, your teeth are clean but your mind is capped You leave your smell like an alley cat, hey Steel and gla*s, steel and gla*s Steel and gla*s, steel and gla*s