Miss Mitchell in the ladies room
Hey,I know your face, 
Ive seen you on some TV-show 
then we laugh and bullshit on 
it's a hollow scene with a sickening glow 

but we still tag along 
with our pills & powders & passion plays 
and we somehow feel relief 
about halfway through the second case 

now here comes Judas with his halo on 
giving away the secrets of the trade 
feeling all alone 
filthy rich from the hits that he's made 

and in his bedroom 
hang the po sters of the heroes he once had 
faded ,yellow, brittle and old 

I'll get the Port out 
and I'll drink to all the hopes that I once had 
before I go to bed to dream on.... 

but we still tag along.........