Over and over we die one after the other.
Other dudes are livin' in the ghetto, but phony Pacific Heights don't seem much betto.
Tres butch little number whines "Hey dirty, I want you - When it's good, it's really good, and when it's bad I go to pieces."
If I could be anything in the world that flew, I would be a bat and coming swooping after you.
Come to think of it, I think I did exactly the opposite of what was requested. But hey, that's me.