Glue yourself to the back   A stack that's never seen   Rub the gloss right off a shiny magazine   And god you'd hate to lose this   A citywide approved wish   A way to make yourself complete      And you can't back it up   It's a hopeful kind of hate   The kind that lies to make you wait   And anyone can tell to see   It's a brand new way to be   But you can't smile through those teeth      Lose yourself in the back   A place that makes things seem   A little dull beneath this shining silver screen   And god you'd hate to lose this   A citywide approved wish   A way to make yourself complete