The drugs they say make us feel so hollow

We love in vain narcissistic and so shallow

The cops and queers to swim you have to swallow

Hate today there's no love for tomorrow



We're all stars now in the dope show



There's a lot of pretty, pretty ones

That want to get you high

But all the pretty, pretty ones

Will leave you low and blow your mind



They love you when you're on all the covers



When you're not then they love another



The drugs they say are made in California

We love your face

We'd really like to sell you

The cops and queers make good-looking models

I hate today

Who will I wake up with tomorrow?



There's a lot of pretty, pretty ones [chorus repeat]