The hypocrite is getting back,
From his day job sitting on a crooked track,
She walks around with her head on the ground,
He says, "Babe I can buy you the town".
The so so city is oh so cold,
With feverish wrecks and weathered souls,
Come on babe, don't be afraid, make way for the glo brigade,
there ain't nothing in this world that's gonna be saved.
Everyone gets a little low sometimes,
Everyone must know its' time.
The magic man is doing tricks,
With a deck of cards and a crucifix,
Skinny girl in the Hollywood page,
Belly full of blow at a desk gets paid,
Does it pay to get away?
For a Coney Island holiday, the cyclone plays, the beach lies strange,
And as the morning day breaks in,
Sitting on a pier watching ships come in,
He nods out, cause he thinks they're coming for him.
Everyone gets a little low sometimes,
Everyone must know it's time!