Naked and Famous (New York demo)

I can't explain glacial motion

Or why Los Angeles don't drop into the ocean

I can't unfold the layers of mystery

Or piece together the tragedy of history, 'cause

You lucky fuckers

You don't have to work

Big 3D billboards and big

30-foot smirk

Everybody wants to be naked and famous

Everybody wants to be just like me; I'm naked

And famous

I met a poet, said she didn't like the smell of it

Then took her clothes off in a restaurant for the hell of it

I met a DJ who lived in seclusion

Reality and sobriety were her only delusions, and

You lucky bastards

You don't have to work

Big 3D billboards and big

30-foot smirk

Don't get a nosebleed; don't get upset

We can't be naked and famous just yet

There's a big old dollar sign on the Sunset Strip

And you can send your friend a postcard cause it ain't worth the trip

Everybody wants to be naked and famous

Everybody wants to be just like me; I'm naked

...and famous