[9, 9.

Huh, huh, huh, huh, huh, huh, huh, huh, huh.

This here is a story about 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
Oh oh
Your mother left you when you were small
But you're gonna wish you wasn't born at all
Oh oh oh, hey

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

Um
Um um um
Um um um
Um um um

Your phone don't ring, no one answers your call
How does it feel to be off the wall?
Oh oh hey

Um um um
Um um um
Um um um

Well, your mouthpiece squawks as you spread your lies
But you can't pull string if your hands are tied
Hey, hey
Well, your teeth are clean but your mind is capped
You leave your small like an alley cat
Hey hey hey, hey

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

Now, now, now, now, now, now, now, now, now, now

Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey
Hey, hey, hey, hey
Hey, hey, hey

Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey
Hey, hey, hey, hey
Hey, hey, hey

Hey! Yeah, yeah, hey, hey (fade out)