Lyrics:

be said that their little darlin was a fool.with a credit card and your
good nameyou were drawn like a moth to a flameto the people of
the night where you more or less lost your coolit's been a gas
but i'm gonna have to passchorusthese are not my people
nothese are not my peopleand it looks like the end my friend/gotta' get in the wind my friendwell you find your self naked
in the world with no place to hideand you felt for the pulse of you're
god and he had diednow you're rebels that have got no causelord,
you're tigers that have got no clawswell they promised you the world on
a string but you know they liedoh, you said you'd be back in a
black cadillac limousinebut you know im inclined to think it's not the
kind you mean'cause when you fall down from off your cloudand
you're just another face in the crowdthere gonna throw you away like
last weeks magazinenote: repeat its been a gas but i'm gonna have
to passbefore each chorus