This week's cash for last week's grass
Your crew collates while you sit in the van and wait
Gassed and trashed and smashed young cads roasting away
On a sunny summer day (or, okay, an August night anyway)
And you're living on air while on the 25th floor up there
They'd fan a million bucks before your face
Marie's passed out in a chair with her once fussed-over hair
All mussed into an I've-just-been-fucked shape
Just an hour before, she crashed, all cashed
She said, "I'm done with looking back
And you look your age
Which is thirty-seven by the way, not twenty-eight
And fucking let them stare, because at this point I don't care
I have been your bride stripped bare since '98
And our silver-screen affair, it weighs less to me than air
It's a gas now, it's a laugh just how several mil can take it."
This week's as fast as last week's flash of interstate
When you starved and never ate
This week's splashed a sick, gold cast across your face
As you roam, ripped tippy-toe alone through Silverlake
Splayed astride a snow-white mare on a non-stop all-night tear
What a ghastly sight you smear in every face
In that fat, fur-trimmed affair that your lawyer lets you wear
You'll destroy your chance to ever get repeatedly engaged.
This week's cash for last week's grass Your crew collates while you sit in the van and wait Gassed and trashed and smashed young cads roasting away On a sunny summer day (or, okay, an August night anyway) And you're living on air while on the 25th floor up there They'd fan a million bucks before your face Marie's passed out in a chair with her once fussed-over hair All mussed into an I've-just-been-fucked shape Just an hour before, she crashed, all cashed She said, "I'm done with looking back And you look your age Which is thirty-seven by the way, not twenty-eight And fucking let them stare, because at this point I don't care I have been your bride stripped bare since '98 And our silver-screen affair, it weighs less to me than air It's a gas now, it's a laugh just how several mil can take it." This week's as fast as last week's flash of interstate When you starved and never ate This week's splashed a sick, gold cast across your face As you roam, ripped tippy-toe alone through Silverlake Splayed astride a snow-white mare on a non-stop all-night tear What a ghastly sight you smear in every face In that fat, fur-trimmed affair that your lawyer lets you wear You'll destroy your chance to ever get repeatedly engaged.