It'll Chew You Up And Spit You Out

Yeah

Well, I was tripping down the street early this morning

And the psychic lady pointed at me

She said, "Come on in," and I gave her my money

Said, "Tell me, tell me what you see"

And she said she saw the angels dancing with me

Dancing to the beat of my feet down the street

She said she saw the angels dancing with me

To keep on, keep on, keep on, now

(Still in Hollywood)

Oh wow

Thought I'd be out of here by now

(Still in Hollywood)

My, my

I'm running on a wheel and I don't know why

I don't know why

And I ran into Tony Pony, what a goddamned phony

Had a new fish on the line

Well, the last one left with the last bad check

The only good one that he ever had died

I got to live and let live, I got to learn to forgive

You know that everybody's got a right

But there's evil all around me in this broken-down city

That's a twenty-four hour fight

(Still in Hollywood)

Oh wow

I thought I'd be out of here by now

(Still in Hollywood)

My, my

I'm running on a wheel and I don't know why

(Still in Hollywood)

Oh wow

I thought I'd be out of here by now

(Still in Hollywood)

My, my, my, my

I'm running on a wheel and I don't know

Don't know

Don't know why

So let's me and you go get a new tattoo

We can hop on the Harley and cruise

We can start at the pier and share a beer

Head out to the desert, I can feel it from here

Ride all the way to where the lizards play

Riding on and on and on

There's a million stars, it will blow you away

It's all so Concrete Blonde, now

(Still in Hollywood)

Hey

That's right

You know we can ride it out all night

(Still in Hollywood)

Hey, hey, hey

I got to got away

Got to get away, yeah

(Still in Hollywood)

My, my, my

Yes, I'm glad to be alive

(Still in Hollywood)

Oh, mama gonna be somebody

Someday, sometime

(Still in Hollywood)

Oh yeah

Oh yeah

(Still in Hollywood)

Yeah, and I want to get out alive

Don't you know I'm

(Still in Hollywood)

Oh, doing fine

Oh, listen baby

(Still in Hollywood)

Oh, want to be out of here by now

(What's-a-matter with you, young man

Going to Hollywood, gonna be a big shot

That town's gonna suck you up and spit you out

You ain't gonna have a pot to piss in

Don't come back to me for a job

You made your bed, now sleep in it

Go back to these Copelands, what else

Who are they anyways

The Stewie, Miles Copelands

You ain't gonna have a dime

Big shot).