Well Bronco Billy's in the war room, breaking bottles in his teeth,
And Margaret Mary's seeing pixies. Course, she ain't been out in weeks.
And all her Maybelline is dried in little puddles on her cheeks.
So don't go doubting all the naysayers girl.
Had I told you this was coming, you'd have never understood.
And you'd have ran off with the waiter, bait it out in Hollywood.
Saw a Beatle out in Central Park and Dysentery Dave,
And you didn't even take his picture.
While every body else's lovers leave them flowers for the queen,
I've been locked inside an elevator, staring at my feet.
And while the titty bars on Broadway made a harlot of you all,
Bronco Billy cooked his cocaine in the hall.
Now Mother Nature, hand it over,
And get your rocks off with the soldiers out the back door.
Got a secret if you wanna, meet a million organ donors in the subway.
Now after seven-hundred cigarettes and all the fuzzy pictures.
And all the hollow compliments from all the babysitters.
You never saw the underside, where everybody said,
There were circus stars and Christmas carols.
Well there's a floor for all the circus freaks in every other room,
where all the bearded ladies congregate on rainy afternoons.
You must have known the rolly-pollies crush like Lilliput
When you lean on all the empty buildings.
And any self-respecting killer, with even half a soul to lose
Would never leave the house with any hero in his shows.
Get your methadone and hurry home. The world's about to end.
Gotta mood ring if you hurt your feelings.
Now Mother Nature, hand it over,
And get your rocks off with the soldiers out the back door.
Got a secret if you wanna, meet a million organ donors out the subway.
Gimme love, Gimme love, Gimme love,
Gimme cigarettes, baby!
Gimme love, Gimme love, Gimme love,
Gimme cigarettes, baby!