Post Stardom Depression - Prime Time Looks a Lot Like Amateur Night

Ambulance Chaser

I’m an ambulance chaser

I got my hand in the till

I’ll tell you just how much I love you

When nobody else will

I got all kind of stories

I can show you some scars

Take hold of this pistol

We’ll shoot holes in the stars

Baby don’t ask me where I’ve been

I’m just an accident waiting to happen

No you can’t be

Everything to everybody - All the time

Death traps pass like bullets

On a crooked street

I’ve made an art out of moving the sidewalk

Just like a staggered heartbeat

I’ve cheated myself

I’ve made my own trap

And just like a hand grenade

I’ll go off in your lapBaby don’t ask me where I’ve been

If you take off your clothes

I’ll take off my skin

No you can’t be

Everything to everybody - All the time

You’ve taken me out of the city

But you can’t take the city out of me