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
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

we're all stars now in the dope show