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