You got out of hand, you got into smack,
Wished your enemies would die
(Innuendos in your lullaby,
Nothing they don't deserve).

And don't pretend
That you were only gonna help.
I know inside
You only cared for number one.

Who had this disease you couldn't control,
So eager to please your god.
On your knees in a parking lot --
Did you get blessed?

You got out of hand, you're just like a child,
And did it feel OK
(Your five-year holiday)?
Was the screaming a rest?

And don't pretend
That you cared for someone else.
At the back of your mind there were
Scores that you would keep.

-- solo --

Who wants more money who wants more sex
Who wants to be clean who wants to be liked
Who's under the thumb who's out of his mind
Who only smiles when he's alone
Who died in a deep somnambulist sleep
Off a roof of an old hotel in LA
Who thought it was right to stay out of the way
Got high every night got low every day

And don't pretend you were only gonna help.