Diamond Lane
new model
If it were up to me, Iâd like to watch you suffer Kick you all the way down the road home Youâre full of misery, crying like the others About how youâre out here in the cold
But you donât know What it takes to show Those judging eyes out on the prowl
Youâre someone special, not a trend That needs to earn big dividends New model New model Someone who never find finds a friend
Roll on the lipstick and pretend New model New model
You get it all for free, singing for your supper Without an ounce of heart or soul And on the TV screen, youâre looking like the others An assembly line of trash from the same hole
But thatâs the goal And you dig yourself Deeper and deeper by the hour