The drugs, they say, can make us feel so hollow

We love in vain, narcissistic and so shallow

Cops and queers, to swim you have to swallow

Hate today, no love for tomorrow

We’re all stars now, in the dope show

We’re all stars now, in the dope show

There’s lots 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

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

Cops and queers make good-looking models

I hate today, who will I wake up with tomorrow?

There’s lots of pretty, pretty ones

That want to get you high

But all the pretty, pretty ones

Will leave you low and blow your mind