Starve for there's no lack of money   Thrown every coin in the well   Fired for a speech, an impertinent lecture   Jumped 30 stories to tell   Save up for life in the fast lane   You put your Mercedes for sale    Spent too much time in glamorous states   Woke up in your living hell   While you wait   Its ready for you   It's a bad time   What you've aske me to do   Superstition   And the mirror you broke   All of these feelings are simple   Search for a mid 801s Buick   12 minutes South Santa Fe   Talked of the Celtics mixed up Tom Collins   Never has nothing to say   Wakes up high soide to an ashtray   Behind an abandoned hotel   Starved for some luck    And more starved for attention   Late for your own funeral   "In this concubine of countless nights   Reach for fullfillment and release   Cut down to size under the shades of anger, pity and confusion   Orange luminescent pain   Suck it up and suck it in kid   Superstitious and judicious   Consequences are profound in litigation   In the letting out   As we turn in a circle   Look are at yourself   You could've been aborted   Feel blind, live blind, power, bleeding, fallen crime"