Here's Lookin' At You

Staring at a ghost across a table set for two

This is the last call before the credits roll

The charm of silver screen depression saturated in alcohol it's so seductive

Filtered through tobacco haze it's so fucking intoxicating

The way they glimmer through the grain

And make dysfunction such a fashion

Jimmy Stewart suicidal sex appeal

The alcoholic is the last true hopeless romantic

Stumbling and smelling of stale gasoline

Making James Dean speeches to an empty room

Audrey left some lipstick on her cigarette in the ashtray

With a note scrawled on a napkin saying, "This is glamor"

This is where Hollywood cues the delusion

That everything looked this blue through Sinatra's eyes

What America needs is another worthwhile overdose

Celestial bodies constructed on set destined to explode in the headlines

Another dry martini and a methamphetamine Godspeed

Norma Jean, I hope you saved us one last sleeping pill

Play it again for me

The tragedy of a track marked beauty queen

The starlet in the magazine

She looks all right to me

Oh she looks so good to me

But there's something in the way she moves

Like I want to make me want you

Tonight I feel like fame, dreary and estranged

I'd scratch through glass not to be without you, without you

Whole lotta shakin' going on

Whole lotta shakin' going on

Whole lotta shakin' going on

Chicago