I can't explain glacial motion
or why Los Angeles don't drop into the ocean
I can't unfold the layers of mystery
or piece together the tragedy of history, cause
those lucky suckers,
They don't have to work
make 3D billboards and big
30-foot smurfs.
Everybody wants to be naked and famous,
Everybody wants to be just like me
I'm naked
And famous
I met a poet, said she didn't like the smell of it
then took her clothes off in a restaurant for the hell of it
I met a DJ who lived in seclusion
Reality and sobriety were her only delusions, and
those lucky bastards
they didn't have to work
Make 3D billboards and big
30-foot smurfs
Don't get a nosebleed,
don't get upset
We can't be naked and famous
just yet
There's a big old dollar sign
on the sunset strip
You can send your friend a postcard
It ain't worth the trip