Who's that face on today's front page?
Sticking to my shoe.
Empty eyes and a real good smile.
That's all it takes to sell the news.
She got her name on Gotham's tongue.
But mom of fame, she eats her young.
And half a buck ain't half the price you pay.
And you got broken children shot in black and white.
Chasing wasted lives and they can't wait to go there.
Daddy's money bought a first class seat.
And they all just fly away on a jet plane to nowhere.
A jet plane to nowhere.
Well, I'm at a house party at the Taj Mahal.
The portrait hanging on the wall.
It's got too much wine in her head.
Gets too close and grabs my face and says,
if you like this place,
well, then you ought to see my bed.
She gives an order to the staff,
looks up for the photograph.
It's hard to know if you should laugh or cry.
When you got
broken children shot in black and white.
Chasing wasted lives and they can't wait to go there.
Daddy's money bought a first class seat.
And they all just fly away on a jet plane to nowhere.
The Hamptons is a summer dream.
Where little kings chase little queens.
They eat it up like hungry wolverines.
And it looks like the fabric of their life is sewn tight,
but it's ripping at the seams.
Broken children shot in black and white.
Chasing wasted lives and you can't wait to go there.
Daddy's money
bought a first class seat.
And they all just fly away on a jet plane to nowhere.
On a jet plane to nowhere.
On
a jet plane to nowhere.