He's a mover, he's a shaker
He's a big money-maker
Spit-shine on his alligator shoes
Doin' what he's doin
Headin straight for ruin
And he doesn't even have a clue
The heart of Manhattan, that's where it all happens
Got a window of the 42nd floor
Whoever would have thought it
Turns out all he ever wanted
Ain't the thing he was lookin for
Sometimes he wishes that the wish wasn't granted
Wonderin how he ever got disenchanted
Holdin on to the good life and he can't stand it
Well everybody leaves here empty handed
A small town beauty queen
Livin on amphetamines
Hangin in the Hollywood Hills
Got herself famous
In the city of angels
With the help of the devil and the pills
Her daddy was a preacher
Even Jesus couldn't reach her
She's a victim of another disease
She's done a lot of purging
And she's had a lot of surgery
A searchin for what she needs
Sometimes she wishes that the wish wasn't granted
Wonderin how she ever got disenchanted
Holdin on to the good life and she can't stand it
Well everybody leaves here empty handed
Well, the cold hard truth is up to you.
So if you ever wish that your wish wasn't granted
Wondered how you ever got disenchanted
Holdin on to the good life but you can't stand it
Well everybody leaves here empty handed
Empty handed, empty handed
