They dont make movies anymore Just a sex explosion As we go shopping ourselves mean Want to wake up on the screen Properties keep changing hands We think we own them but we cant I want to hold something that lasts I want to shatter all my past The volume of the vanity New york is giving me the creeps Like teeth into a babys knees Oh baby baby baby please They name the planets after gods And the bridges after men I want a planet and a song And a building when I am gone Had a girl I let her go Now shes someone elses girl I had a job I couldnt stand Couldnt tell ya what I did The volume of the vanity New yorks giving me the creeps Like teeth into a babys knees Oh baby baby baby please Got to get out of here Vampires at the gates Theyve got a style which is smashing down doors There is no head to cut off solo Some people make me want to scream For the smallness of their dream Some things that they hold in disdain Couldnt mean much less to me Cause you and I know where its at We see the stars and things like that I want to see them all with you I want to break up and destroy The volume of the vanity New york is giving me the creeps Like teeth into a babys knees Oh baby baby baby please Im checking myself for holes The valley of the dead I want your love and your danger now If I go down I am going down with someone This is the culture capital Beauty bought and sold But you and I both know Theyd trade their only souls Like a bridge or tunnel toll For a thing they never owned
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