by John Lennon



There you stand

With your L.A. tan

And your New York walk 

And your New York talk

Your mother left you when you were small

But you're gonna wish

you wasn't born at all

Steel and Glass

Steel and Glass



Your phone don't ring

No one answers your call

How does it feel to be off the wall

Your mouthpiece squawks as he spreads 

Your lies

But you can't pull strings if your hands

Are tied

Your teeth are clean but your mind 

Is capped

You leave your smell like and alley cat

Steel and Glass

Steel and Glass



There you stand with 

your toilet scent

And your Mickey duck 

and your Donald fuck

Your Daddy left when you were small

But you're gonna wish

you wasn't born at all

Steel and Glass

Steel and Glass

Steel and Glass