Walkin' around this concrete garden
Viewing all in vain
Thinking why a dream
Is driving 
everyone insane

Then something [bad word] 
And make you feel
The master in control
Still you're picking up
And [bad word] 
anyone who's got a soul

I've been here
Far too long to remember
Sights and sounds
From this town of clowns
Makin' up, dressin' up
Walkin' around
Thinkin' that you're Greta Garbos

I'm sorry my dears
But we only sat down
And laughed and laughed in sorrow
But it was you
That opened the door
And it's that we thank you for