Well I came into the city

The buildings made me dizzy

I got kicked out of a fern bar

Slept beneath a race car

I was feelin kinda lucky

The Queen of Spades just fucked me

She came with some Jack of Diamonds

She's standing right beside him somewhere

She climbed into my bunk bed

Put ashes on my forehead

And the way she touched my eyebrows

Made me feel so small-town

She said, "Keep this in your backpack

"Carry it with double straps

"Keep those wings beneath your baseball hat

"You look so cute like that

"I want your autograph"

Everybody's hanging at the record store

They're gonna get some some records by the Gang Of Four

And now you're 24 and it's sure a bore

Everybody's waiting on the very same score

And the punch is spiked, your soda's flat

And your birthday cake and all yr party hats

Your party lines and all yr drinking games

And everybody's smokin off the very same flame

And these downtown girls are fast and loose

They'll work you for a Baby Ruth

This club is just a kissing booth

And love is just an ego boost

And ecstasy's an ego trip

It makes me feel like this is it

And this is all there ever was

I wish you wouldn't call me 'cuz'

I know I'm not your relative

You say that it's all relative

I'm in the kitchen, I'm in the corner

Do you really wanna get your problems solved?