I got a heart so thick that its tearing me apart And a baby so sick she can't tell us apart And whoever's in the big house makes no difference to me And what you see is just a reflection of all the bathroom walls In the cave where the bus terminal monster falls Into the head of the golden runaway Whose heard nothing at all About the Thursday night crowd How they live and how they love to see you fall You can be the queen of hippies and I'm the king of fools And we'll have our bed for breakfast and watch the peasants drool Till you find out that your palace was only their back room And what you got are giant soup cans that laugh at your life And a telephone existence and a magazine wife And a drum that keeps drumming and a brain that's so white It goes out into the sun And you find out why you love the night Ain't that a fright Oh midnight raiders break down the doors looking for Anti society Pop city dolls who smoke long cigars Looking for some notoriety Who could have known what motion pictures could bring Pandora's box didn't know everything She'd never been to Beverly Hills And what you hear is just the dark side of every joke And the sound of French prostitutes who stare at you and smoke Under a red neon sign that says god is hope While all the bleach blond moms Tell their pimpled bombs Not to mope Just use more soap