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 youre gonna wish you wasnt born at all
Steel and glass
Steel and glass
Steel and glass
Steel and glass
Your phone dont 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 cant pull strings when 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