Look at the paper event
 Where in the tree from the ancient days
 The footsteps in the brick
 Getting no kicks, messing with the kids
 And you got nowhere to go la la la la.
 Look at the paper event
 And nobody cares you putting on those
 All in all it's eastern morning
 La La La...
 It's your face in the magazines
 Not quite obscene
 Coming down the hall where is Julian poor
 Is that all familiar feeling
 But the stars are all closed
 And you need another dose
 It's your face just like in the memories