Streets Of Pain

She’s still another party blonde
Who had had it all her way
Now just another hanger on
With a faded resume
He’s gonna be a leading man
In the Gary Cooper mold
Now working at a pretzel stand
But it’s him that’s getting sold

Big dreamer gonna take the town
But she’s running out of time
Still singing at a sleazy lounge
To a house of drooling swine
Self satisfied narcissist
With a body like a god
He’s thinking that’s all there is
But I don’t want that job

Streets of pain
They don’t hear the crying
Streets of pain
Never felt the tears
Streets of pain
They just keep on lying
Get it through your head
‘Cause some things never change

Won’t it finally be obvious
That there’s very little chance
Can’t they see it’s a Greyhound bus
And not their handsome prince
Isn’t anybody satisfied
With the average girl next door
Does she have to be glamourized
So the world will love her more

Streets of pain
Sinking like a rock in a river
Streets of pain
Never felt so cold
Streets of pain
Lower than a snake can slither
Not to mention all the
Stories never told

Pretty girl becomes a socialite
Standing in somebody elses light
Anything can happen late at night
In the morning she’ll be out of sight
Made a million on a lucky streak
Threw it all away as foolishly
One of many comic tragedies
What else can there be

So you better get on the road
To the desolation station
And you better bring all you own
It’s a permanent vacation
We’re waiting here with open arms
But it isn’t what it seems
Just looking for the boulevard
On the trail of broken dreams

Repeat both choruses