Your rough beauty catches my breath Trashed flashed and too much make-up Spiked-heeled sky-scraped But baby you got some guts With your toothy grin around your gun What did you say?
Wanna die young, die young That’s what you said That’s what you did You’re such a cliché Behind your mirrored shades
Well it’s been no laugh In your oxygen mask You suffer your last gasp Strapped in Draining The stuttering light fades at last
With your burned-out Country club superstar looks As the rock cooks Cocktail hour smile collapse Slack-jawed black-eyed excess Yeah baby you’re a total knock-out
Remember what you said to me?
Scraping the gutter For hard-ons and hardwire In the guitar lazy night
