(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
You're 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
Mm, mm, mm, mm
Mm, mm, mm
Mm, mm, mm
Your phone don't ring, no one answers your call
How does it feel to be off the wall?
Hey!
(Hey, hey! All right)
Mm, hmm, hmm
Mm, hmm
Mm, hmm
Well your mouthpiece squawks as he spreads your lies
But you can't pull string if your hands are tied
Hey, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh
Hey!
Well your teeth are clean but your mind is capped
You leave your smell like an alley cat
Eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh
Eh!
Steel and glass
Steel and glass
Steel and glass
Steel and glass
Nah, nah, da, da, nah
Nah, da, da, da
Da, da
Hey, hey, hey, hey
Eh, eh, eh, eh
Hey, hey
Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey
Hey, hey, hey, hey
Hey, hey
Hey!
Hey, hey, hey, hey
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