This is a story about your friend and mine
Who is it, who is it, who is it?
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 going to wish you wasn't born at all
Steel and glass
Steel and glass
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
Well, your mouthpiece squawks as he spreads your lies
But you can't pull strings if your hands are tied
Well, your teeth are clean but your mind is capped
You leave your smell like an alley cat
Steel and glass
Steel and glass
Steel and glass
Steel and glass
