They don't make movies anymore Just a s** explosion As we go shopping ourselves mean Want to wake up on the screen Properties keep changing hands We think we own them but we can't I want to hold something that lasts I want to shatter all my past The volume of the vanity New york is giving me the creeps Like teeth into a baby's knees Oh baby baby baby please They name the planets after gods And the bridges after men I want a planet and a song And a building when I am gone Had a girl I let her go Now she's someone else's girl I had a job I couldn't stand Couldn't tell ya what I did The volume of the vanity New york's giving me the creeps Like teeth into a baby's knees Oh baby baby baby please Got to get out of here Vampires at the gates They've got a style which is smashing down doors There is no head to cut off (solo) Some people make me want to scream For the smallness of their dream Some things that they hold in disdain Couldn't mean much less to me Cause you and I know where it's at We see the stars and things like that I want to see them all with you I want to break up and destroy The volume of the vanity New york is giving me the creeps Like teeth into a baby's knees Oh baby baby baby please I'm checking myself for holes The valley of the dead I want your love and your danger now If I go down I am going down with someone This is the culture capital Beauty bought and sold But you and I both know They'd trade their only souls Like a bridge or tunnel toll For a thing they never owned