The drugs they say make us feel so hollow
We love in vain narcissistic and so shallow
The cops and queers to swim you have to swallow
Hate today there´s no love for tomorrow
We´re all stars now in the dope show
There´s a lot of pretty, pretty ones
That want to get you high
But all the pretty, pretty ones
Will leave you low and blow your mind
They love you when you´re on all the covers
When you´re not then they love another
The drugs they say are made in California
We love your face
We´d really like to sell you
The cops and queers make good-looking models
I hate today
Who will I wake up with tomorrow?
There´s a lot of pretty, pretty ones [chorus repeat]