I can't explain glacial motion  or why Los Angeles don't drop into the ocean  I can't unfold the layers of mystery  or piece together the tragedy of history, cause  those lucky suckers,  They don't have to work  make 3D billboards and big  30-foot smurfs.    Everybody wants to be naked and famous,  Everybody wants to be just like me  I'm naked  And famous    I met a poet, said she didn't like the smell of it  then took her clothes off in a restaurant for the hell of it  I met a DJ who lived in seclusion  Reality and sobriety were her only delusions, and  those lucky bastards  they didn't have to work  Make 3D billboards and big  30-foot smurfs    Don't get a nosebleed,  don't get upset  We can't be naked and famous  just yet  There's a big old dollar sign  on the sunset strip  You can send your friend a postcard  It ain't worth the trip