Standing on the corner
Of dangerous America
There were circles of lipstick
On your cigarette
Just like Hemingway
In a less familiar way
Oh, it hurt so much
Just like real life
Talking to the strangers
All over America
Living on the
Disney continent
And your silly fate
Like a cigarette
Dies so easily
Between my lips
And the current in the wire
Is a mind-cleansing fire
Sitting on the lap
Of Miss America
Staring in the eyes
That can't say no
Just like Orwell,
And we say, oh well
But it hurt me so much
Just like real life
And the current in the wire
Is a mind-cleansing fire