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I can't explain glacial motion or why Los Angeles don't drop into the ocean I can't unfold the layers of mystery or piece together the tragedy of history, cause those lucky suckers, They don't have to work make 3D billboards and big 30-foot smurfs. Everybody wants to be naked and famous, Everybody wants to be just like me I'm naked And famous I met a poet, said she didn't like the smell of it then took her clothes off in a restaurant for the hell of it I met a DJ who lived in seclusion Reality and sobriety were her only delusions, and those lucky bastards they didn't have to work Make 3D billboards and big 30-foot smurfs Don't get a nosebleed, don't get upset We can't be naked and famous Songtextejust yet There's a big old dollar sign on the sunset strip You can send your friend a postcard It ain't worth the trip Aus Songtexte Mania