We made it to the party but we can't get in the door Feels like my life is made of metaphors Sin City and Desparation Doom I had a dream that I weighed 102 There's something depressing about sitting on a train It's 1am, fluroscent lights, my life is heading down the drain I just want to sleep in Egyptian cotton But if anyone's gonna be Batman it'll be Robin I worry bout the money but the money ain't worrying bout me Palms sweaty, sharp smell, it's 100 degrees I wake up late, I sleep all day, all the world sees is a giant ashtray The party's pumpin i see those arty types Rolling their 7th joint, they live off the hype A girl walks in a she says, "Don't i know you? Don't you live on Dud Street" Sleeping away my day Fuck it, I don't care anymore I'm a sun goddess of the city And I live on Dud Street X 4