She grew up hard and she grew up fast, in the age of television.
She said she was working for the ABC news, it was as much of the alphabet as she knew how to use.
She wants to lead the glamorous life, but without love, it ain't much.
She'd like to model or maybe act or star in a magazine. Before she signs any big contracts, she better learn how to read.
She's got electric boots, a mohair suit, you know I read it in a magazine.
She's staring down her desires, while they're staring down her dress.
Shouldering your loneliness like a gun that you will not learn to aim, you stumble into this movie house then you climb, you climb into the frame.
Since fat crayons, I write and display chaos. My plan is damage.
So there I was in Hollywood, thinking I was doing good.
Some are masters of illusions, some are ministers of trade, all under the same delusion, all their beds unmade.
Someday I'm gonna be famous. Do I have talent, well, no. These days you really don't need it.
Someone showed me a picture and I just laughed, dignity never been photographed.
Sure, the killer was my son, but I didn't teach him to pull the trigger of the gun. It's the killer on this TV screen, you can't blame me, it's the images he sees.
Take down those naked pictures of Ernest Borgnine.
Tell the people what they want and decide what they need.
The almighty dollar and the lust for world wide fame, slowly killed tradition, and for that someone should hang.
The art of longing's over, and it's never coming back.
The beautiful people in the magazines, got the normal ones living beyond their means.
In this age of fiberglass, I'm searching for a gem.
It's better sometimes when we don't get to touch our dreams.
It's hard to tell what's true compassion, when it's dressed up in hair and nails and fashion.
It's silly when girls sell their souls because it's in.
I've been circling the wagons down at Times Square, trying to fill up this hole in my soul but nothing fits in there.
Jackass millionaires, hey, hey, Hollywood, here we come.
Jewels and binoculars hang from the head of the mule.
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