You do your dreaming on Greyhound buses

do all your dreaming between destinations
In the New York smog will follow you like a hangover

you'll buy a postcard to catch a view

hustle women with hard-baked skin

by asking directions to the Statue of Liberty
Why should these diamond hearted women pay for sex

when you've got Free Lunch written all over you?
the starts here aren't silver spurs

you'd better get your blonde as creamed-corn self

your white picket fence of a smile off the street corner, 'Boy',

out of the dark glimmer of a movie theatre

where your dick slips pale &#amp; limp out of some guy's hand
This is no wide open range, no B-grade western

&#amp; you are, 'Honey', B-grade all the way

just another cliche staggering through neon
A bummed cigarette, the flicked tongue

of a lighter in the palm of your hand

is the closest you'll come

to a happy ending.