The girl heard how New York works She knows my name and where I apparently stand She's got an eye out for who hurts Who gets crushed by whose hand She's offering me a role to play A spot on the human totem pole, OK That game is a real shame and I don't see it that way
This guy looks at me star-eyed He thinks I've got something he needs He fantasizes my insides Sad dreams of how another feeds He's offering me a role to play A spot on the human totem pole, OK That game is a real shame and I don't see it that way
A hundred reasons to lurk and turn your eyes A hundred reasons to turn on your best friend A hundred ways to relieve some ancient horror A hundred people above, a hundred below A hundred cogs in this cosmic meat grinder
Only one way to really live The rock star, the femme fatalle, the tough guy, the witty nerd, the girl next door, the whore with the heart of gold and the stoic policeman I don't see it that way