This is a story about your friend and mine   Who is it? Who is it? Who is it?      There you stand with your L.A. tan   And your New York walk and your New York talk      Your mother left you when you were small   But you're gonna wish you wasn't born at all, hey      Steel and glass, steel and glass   Steel and glass, steel and glass      Your phone don't ring, no one answers your call   How does it feel to be off the wall? Hey      Well, your mouthpiece squawks as he spreads your lies   But you can't pull strings if your hands are tied, hey, hey      Well, your teeth are clean but your mind is capped   You leave your smell like an alley cat, hey      Steel and glass, steel and glass   Steel and glass, steel and glass