Glass dolls with arrangeable parts,

All just trying to paint on a pretty face;

They break their interchangeable hearts,

Chasing after first place in the human race.

In last place, you and I are falling far behind;

The last lost boys; the ones they couldn't find.

At the snowed-in bar, the girls wear fox fur,

To in the night's heat, like serpents, shed

For the men, only if for the right price.

Liquor makes you say you love her

And then forget what it is you said,

Drinking on rocks and driving on ice.