Double Straps
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 patry 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?