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  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  Your mouthpiece squawks as he spreads   Your lies  But you can't pull strings if your hands  Are tied  Your teeth are clean but your mind   Is capped  You leave your smell like and alley cat  Steel and Glass  Steel and Glass    There you stand with   your toilet scent  And your Mickey duck   and your Donald fuck  Your Daddy left when you were small  But you're gonna wish  you wasn't born at all  Steel and Glass  Steel and Glass  Steel and Glass