Steel & Glass

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