I walk these dirty streets and I don’t smell the garbage
I drink my scotches neat and I don’t know what love is
You can tell me a story with a happy ending, but I won’t believe it’s true
You call me a bitter man, but I’m better off than you

Cuz I broker business deals at power lunchs
I grease the corporate wheels, and don’t pull no punches
And I’m climbing, yes I’m climbing and soon I will be free
To rule my tiny world from the junkyard of my dreams

And maybe there’s a better way,
But I’ve grown accustomed to my cloudy days
I don’t mind the philosophy, but what’s in it for me?

Cuz I’ve got priorities towards which I’m speeding
Look out for number one, cuz I’ll leave you bleeding
And I’m old enough to wonder why, but I’m too young to care
I’m flying through this life, and going nowhere

I walk these dirty streets and I don’t smell the garbage
I drink my scotches neat and I don’t know what love is