作曲 : Sheff This week's cash for last week's grass your crew collates While you sit in the van and wait Gassed and trashed and smashed, young cads roasting away On a sunny summer day or, okay, an August night anyway And you're living on air, while on the 25th floor up there They'd fan a million bucks before your face Marie's passed out in a chair with her once fussed-over hair All mussed into an’ I've just been ******* shape Just an hour before, she crashed, all cashed She said, I'm done with looking back, and you look your age Which is thirty-seven, by the way, and not twenty-eight And ******* let them stare because at this point I don't care I have been your bride stripped bare since ’98 And our silver-screen affair, it weighs less to me than air It's a gas now, it's a laugh, just how far several mil can take it This week's fast as last week's flash of interstate When you starved and never ate This week's splashed a sick, gold cast across your face As you roam on silk, ripped tippy-toe alone through Silver lake Splayed astride a snow-white mare, on a non-stop all-night tear What a ghastly sight you smear in every face In that fat, fur-trimmed affair that your lawyer lets you wear You'll destroy your chance to ever get repeatedly engaged
作曲 : Sheff This week's cash for last week's grass your crew collates While you sit in the van and wait Gassed and trashed and smashed, young cads roasting away On a sunny summer day or, okay, an August night anyway And you're living on air, while on the 25th floor up there They'd fan a million bucks before your face Marie's passed out in a chair with her once fussed-over hair All mussed into an’ I've just been ******* shape Just an hour before, she crashed, all cashed She said, I'm done with looking back, and you look your age Which is thirty-seven, by the way, and not twenty-eight And ******* let them stare because at this point I don't care I have been your bride stripped bare since ’98 And our silver-screen affair, it weighs less to me than air It's a gas now, it's a laugh, just how far several mil can take it This week's fast as last week's flash of interstate When you starved and never ate This week's splashed a sick, gold cast across your face As you roam on silk, ripped tippy-toe alone through Silver lake Splayed astride a snow-white mare, on a non-stop all-night tear What a ghastly sight you smear in every face In that fat, fur-trimmed affair that your lawyer lets you wear You'll destroy your chance to ever get repeatedly engaged
