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 Mama Fame she eats her young   And half a buck ain't half the price you pay      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   On a jet plane to nowhere      Well, I'm at a house party at the Taj Mahal   The portrait hanging on the wall   Has got too much wine in her head      And she 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      Oh, 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      Oh, on a jet plane to nowhere   Oh, on a jet plane to nowhere