He's a mover he's a shaker he's a real money maker
Spit shine on his alligator shoes
Nobody's knowin'

He's headin' straight for ruin
And he doesn't even have a clue


The Harlem man
Hadn't asked where it's all happened
He's got a window on the 32nd floor

Whoever would have thought
It turns out all he ever wanted
Ain't the thing he was lookin' floor


Sometimes he wishes that the wish wasn't granted
Wonderin' how he ever got this enchanted

Holdin' onto the good life
He can't stand it
Everybody leaves here empty handed


The smalltown beauty queen
Livin' on amphetamines

Hangin' in the Hollywood hills
Got herself famous in the city of the angels
With the help of the devil and the pills


Now daddy was a preacher
Even Jesus couldn't reach her

She's a victim of another disease
She's done a lot of ??
And she's had a lot of surgery

Searchin' for what she needs

Sometimes she wishes that the wish wasn't granted

Wonderin' how she ever got this enchanted
Holdin' onto the good life
And she can't stand it

Everybody leaves here empty handed

Well the cold hard truth

It's up to you
So if you ever wish that your wish wasn't granted
Wonderin' how you ever got this enchanted

Holdin onto the good life
But you can't stand it
Well everybody leaves here empty handed

Empty handed
Empty handed
Well everybody leaves here empty handed