I've been hearing stories how they call you the slut Smacked right out of your head each night in your lying little light Trying to be the big boy but ended up a kid They say you had this town right under your wing You think you're Marlon Brando but you're more like Mae West And you think you're prince of the city and your talk is the best You read the books that put the romance in smack But it's not so romantic when you're throwing it back
Slut Slut Slut You're a slut
You'd do anything for the price of a hit But your image of you as the wild boy is a bucket of shit You could have been a diamond if your weren't such a clown But you're not even cheap cut glass baby you're so down
Slut Slut Slut Now look what you've done You're a slut Slut Slut
You felt as if you could have the world at your feet But you're up on the table like another piece of meat But you keep going as an image of your ruling the town You made up your scenes when you ruled on your own You don't know how they loathed to touch you with a barge pole It was nowhere emotion, the death of the soul You dared and you died but you'd be your own boy All slain, soaked up feelings and thrown away
Throw him away
Hey Slutty Hey Slutty Slut You're a slut You're a slut Slut Slut Slut S.L.U.T. Slutty
I've been hearing stories how they call you the slut Smacked right out of your head each night in your lying little light Trying to be the big boy, ended up a kid Saying you had this town right under your wing You think you're Marlon Brando but you're more like Mae West And you think you're prince of the city and your talk is the best You read the books that put the romance in smack But it's not so romantic when you're throwing it back
Throwing it all
Slut Hey, if you had another brain it'd be lonesome Slut Slutty Get out Get out Get out Get out Slut