She grew up hard and she grew up fast, in the age of television.
She had a pretty face, but her head was up in space.
She said she was working for the ABC news, it was as much of the alphabet as she knew how to use.
She wants to lead the glamorous life, but without love, it ain't much.
She'd like to model or maybe act or star in a magazine. Before she signs any big contracts, she better learn how to read.
She's got electric boots, a mohair suit, you know I read it in a magazine.
She's staring down her desires, while they're staring down her dress.
Shouldering your loneliness like a gun that you will not learn to aim, you stumble into this movie house then you climb, you climb into the frame.
Since fat crayons, I write and display chaos. My plan is damage.
So there I was in Hollywood, thinking I was doing good.
Some are masters of illusions, some are ministers of trade, all under the same delusion, all their beds unmade.
Someday I'm gonna be famous. Do I have talent, well, no. These days you really don't need it.
Someone showed me a picture and I just laughed, dignity never been photographed.
Sure, the killer was my son, but I didn't teach him to pull the trigger of the gun. It's the killer on this TV screen, you can't blame me, it's the images he sees.
Take down those naked pictures of Ernest Borgnine.
Tell the people what they want and decide what they need.
The almighty dollar and the lust for world wide fame, slowly killed tradition, and for that someone should hang.
The art of longing's over, and it's never coming back.
The beautiful people in the magazines, got the normal ones living beyond their means.
The biggest fool to hit the big time and all I've got to do is act naturally.
The Christians to the lions sold out every night.
The currents rage so deep upon us, this is the age of video violence.
The dirt of gossip blows into my face and the dust rumors cover me. But if the arrow is straight and the point is slick, it can pierce through dust no matter how thick.
The fog of illusion, the fog of confusion is hanging all over the world.
The good Samaritan, he's getting dressed, he's getting ready for the show. He's going to the carnival tonight on Desolation Row.
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