The drugs they say make us feel so hollow
  We love in vain narcissistic and so shallow
  The cops and queers to swim you have to swallow
  Hate today there's no love for tomorrow
    We're all stars now in the dope show
    There's a lot of pretty, pretty ones
  That want to get you high
  But all the pretty, pretty ones
  Will leave you low and blow your mind
    They love you when you're on all the covers
    When you're not then they love another
    The drugs they say are made in California
  We love your face
  We'd really like to sell you
  The cops and queers make good-looking models
  I hate today
  Who will I wake up with tomorrow?
    There's a lot of pretty, pretty ones [chorus repeat]