No One Is Really Beautiful

Brad and suzy lived in a movie
Cardboard cutout superheroes and
Paragons on barstools
She was a professional teller machine user
He was your basic beautiful loser
They had no worries all they ever had was cool
And i wish that i was brad and suzy, i really do
I wish that i was stuck on someone
I wish that i was half of a two
I wish that we were like that baby
I wish sometimes you'd love and hate me

Pa-pa-pa-pow
Pa-pa-pa-pow

The sigma chis imbibed, decried
And tried to pry him from his
Little delta tri-omega chi fi mu hoddi toddi a-d-pi and theta
But she wouldn't let them
Idiot

'cause her heart was as big as the world
And she was his first loving girl
And he swore he'd stand by her forever
And late at night, drunk on wine
They'd fall in bed and intertwine
And they'd make love then like nobody never
And i wish that i was brad or suzy

Chorus:
Pa-pa-pa-pow
Pa-pa-pa-pow
I wish that i was brad or suzy
I wish that i was in a movie

Brad and suzy finally took off for the florida keys
The better to exercise their collections of clothing by j. crew
Convertible rabbit a cooler and some coozies
And six years of college course credit they'll probably never use
But i wish that i was brad or suzy, i really do

Chorus

George died in the fifth grade
No one ever knew why
He was out selling lemonade
On the fourth of july and he died

Sister claire said that he was
An angel on earth
She stood there and she told us
She had clearly rehearsed every verse

Of the lies that tie you down

I've forgotten my first love
I haven't seen her since when
There's a bum on the corner
He thinks that i'm his best friend, we pretend
He says the rapture is anyday
That's when god's coming around
Although perhaps he should stay away
They'll run him right out of town, like a clown

Chorus:
With the lies that tie you down

There are times when a man feels
That it's him against the world
There are times when a man steals
From the love of his girl
There are days when a beast dies
Long before the gun
And there are days when a crow flies
Straight into the sun, to be done

This town's got to shake down to its roots
I don't know if that's the sands or the tropical fruits
I don't believe all the things i see
But i'm still betting on you and me

Chorus:
Hey, hey baby, we've gotta get out of l.a.
Hey, hey baby, we've gotta get out of l.a.

I met a girl who looked like a movie star
She was going for a ride and i don't mean in a car
Had a brain about the size of a frozen pea
And on a scale of one to ten she was twenty-three

A big fat man's gonna make me a king
He's got a see-through tan and a pinky diamond ring
Slicked-back hair shirt to his thigh
Import silk slave labor dyed

Hey, hey baby, we've gotta get out of l.a.
Hey, hey baby, we've gotta get out of l.a.
Hey, hey baby, we've gotta go get out of l.a.
Hey, hey baby, we've gotta get out of l.a.

The boy whores sell their souls on the boulevard
And that's a shirt-free store where they don't take a credit card
From the hills to the chills its a quick fall down
It's a great big city, it's a real small town

Hey, hey baby, we've gotta get out of l.a.
Hey, hey baby, we've gotta get out of l.a.
Hey, hey baby, we've gotta go get out of l.a.
Hey, hey baby, we've gotta go. . .

I guess i make my way ok, i guess i do
I guess i get by, just like you
I'm keeping to myself though, if you don't mind
I don't want to leave any fingerprints

Moving down the boulevard, the walk of fame
The japanese they're up against it trying to match their hand sizes with the household names
And i just try to bob and weave and keep from bumping into furry fairy prostitutes
And make it to the corner gonna lose myself inside outside news and
I remember when i first had come to town
And you suggested that i kneel and kiss the ground
You were such a prophet then to me
And you, you're nothing to me

Nobody wants to help when you start with a please
To supplicate is not the way you've got to put the other man down on his knees
But that's not why i arrived, no that was not the reason
Don't mind if i retire from a town without one just like a season. . .

I remember when i first had come to town
And you suggested i kneel and kiss the ground
You were such a prophet then to me
And you, you're nothing to me

Bridge:
Waltzing slowly in
Counter time to your piercing cameras before me
Moving closer i've
Come to know that there's nothing in there to show me

Pretty good show she said
I kinda like your style
Well, maybe we could go to bed and i could help you run the three-minute mile
But first you gotta take the drinks you gotta learn to fake the smiles
She was a piece of past her prime real estate a late great tit turnstile. . .

I remember when i first had come to town
And you suggested i kneel and kiss the ground
You were such a prophet then, to me
And you, you're nothing to me
I remember when
(repeat)

Take a look around, baby
Tell me what you see
'cause what you see is what you found
What you found is what you need and
Life is hard
There's a feeling on the boulevard
Everybody's got to play a final card a way to go do the deed
Throw the punches like apollo creed
'cause there's a bunch of ways to make it bleed i know

Well, the words of the prophets are no longer written on the subway walls
One of them lost his hair
The other publishes poetry here and there and that is all
But, the things you said to me i cannot forget although i try
To ignore the space beside me where we used to love and you would lie

Chorus:
She gets the feeling
She gets the feeling
Up through the ceiling is the only view
As i was walking out the door she said see
You don't want to go around the world with me

The san francisco blues it was a piece of news to me
It was a little blue book and a night time nook of zen philosophy late at night
A man desires a woman white, black, tan, but the fires are flamed by names and traces and the places and the faces but it's all the same in the morning game when

She gets the feeling
She gets the feeling
Up through the ceiling is the only view
As i was walking out the door she said see
Why don't you want to come around the world with me

Bridge:
Everyday i climb the mountain and
Everyday i drive a car
Every night i turn the lights off
It goes too far
Woh, woh, woh, woh...

Chorus
She gets the feeling
She gets the feeling
Up through the ceiling is the only view
She says baby i just can't believe
You don't want to go around the world with me

She gets the feeling (repeat)

This is just the basic, this is not the best
Everybody knows that the trouble starts when you talk all about the rest
First, you went to college and then you got yourself degrees
Then, you got some pretty girls to get down on their knees
You took yourself some pictures and you showed them to your friends
Now, you're going straight to hell and that's where your story ends

Well, one of those girls was a friend of mine
One of those ones you took
One of those girls didn't want to see her face on the cover of a dirty book
One of those girls took her life last night just in case you had not heard
And everybody knows that the pretty ones go down doing it for the work and

Chorus:
Don't be fooled
Don't be flattered
It's not like you ever mattered
When the world around is falling down and every ship's been shattered
Don't be fooled
Don't flattered
It's not like you ever mattered
Not to me
Ah, rick james was the original super freak

Man, you're not so perfect
Man, you're not a pearl
You're nothing more, man, than a little piece of sand
That grew up inside of a girl
I don't go for the novocain
'cause i don't like the pain
And i don't fall for the jesus freaks when they seem like they want to win

Chorus

Bridge:
I'm not looking for an answer anymore
I'm not looking for a visionary
Help me mother mary
I've done my time
I'm closer everyday to a life of crime

The god above us and everywhere he watches all the people die
Killing them as others waste their time in asking why
But, time is all we're given and the happiness we seek
It may be the peace within the meek or maybe the statement of the freak and

Chorus (repeat)