Minor Joan Crawford Vehicle

[Verse 1]

Cheap drapes frame the windows

No one speaks his mind

Buckling asphalt up ahead

Smoking wreck behind

Stock footage of a ballroom

Nearly flooded with champagne

We're lost in the desert

And it's never going to rain

[Verse 2]

Every time in this house

Someone opens up his mouth

All his hopes and dreams

Begin their dizzy journey south

When the pipes began to freeze

We turned on all the taps

Tearing a good thing to pieces

Bickering over the scraps

[Interlude]

[Verse 3]

Fried clams from the diner

Diesel on the wind

Gorge ourselves on caviar

When the boat comes in

Wait for someone neutral

To reckon up the score

Grease on the walls of the kitchen

Dried blood on the living room floor

[Verse 4]

You there in your nightgown

Head all full of dreams

All the things we'd sewn together

Splitting at the seams

Try to cauterize the wound

Just get nowhere fast

Holding each other for dear life

Shielding ourselves from the blast