This is the place where all The junkies go Where time gets fast But everything gets slow
Can I get some vaseline Step into a modern scene Take a chance of that Which seems to be The making of a dream
I don't want to do it Like my daddy did I don't want to give it To my baby's kid
This is my calling...
This is the place where all The devils plead Their case to take from you What they need Can I isolate your gene Can I kiss your dopamine In a way I wonder If she's living in a magazine
I don't want to say it If it isn't so I don't want to weigh it But i've got to know