Money Shots
You give, you give me  no suspension of disbelief
You made a graveyard of the places i cut my teeth
Young men i think we have been cheated
These glass-eyed ragdolls don't even try
Is this it? all traction, no action?
With all the grace of melting candles
You took 42nd street and nailed its coffin shut
Young men i think we have been cheated
These shaved rubber ragdolls don't even try
So where's the 4th wall?
Where's the green door, honey?
Honey, where's the lovelight in your eyes?
Welcome to hell - all hole, no glory