Jimmy's not a high concept guy But he's front page news, let me tell you why He's on the cover of the New York Post Every network, coast to coast All he needed was a hot night in June 'Cause he had the needle and he had the spoon When he spiked it bit, and man, he flew Into America's living room [Chorus:] We all love tragedy, it loves us too It's a marriage made in Hollywood Between greed and you All you need to be a star is to die in open view It's a marriage made in Hollywood Between greed and you Between greed and you Between greed and you Loved by women, admired by men He walked down broadway with his best friend His brain was wired like a light in a socket With his old friend in his back pocket That horse could kick, that horse could scream Ride you out of here into a different scene Unrequited love, and that makes it fair But who keeps score when you're in mid-air? [Chorus] Like a free-fall chute that didn't open He looked down to see his dream was broken He stared back up at a hot grey sky Re-ran his life and then he died Well if you jump off a building, brother beware! 'Cause my friend Jimmy woke up mid-air No time to smile, no time to wave They buried him in a media grave [Chorus]