The French Inhaler (Live)

How you gonna make your way in this world, woman
When you ain't cut out for workin'
And your fingers are slender and frail?
How you gonna get around
In this sleazy bedroom town
If you don't put yourself up for sale?

Where will you go with your stars and your miracles?
Who's gonna know who you are?

Drugs and wine and flatterin' light
You must do it again 'til you get it right
Maybe you'll end up with someone different every night
All these people
With no home to go home to
And they all want to spend their night with you
Maybe I do too

How you gonna make your way in this world, woman
When you ain't cut out for workin'
And you just can't concentrate?
And you always show up late?

You said you were an actress
I believe you are
I thought you'd be a star

So I drank up all the money
Yes, I drank up all the money
With these phonies in this Hollywood bar
With these friends of mine in this Hollywood bar

Loneliness, frustration
We both came down with an acute case
When the lights came up at two
I got a good look at you
And your face looked like something
Death brought with him in his suitcase

Pretty face
You seem so wasted
Another pretty face
Downstairs
Fletch inhaler
Stamped and mailed her
So long, Norman
So long, Norman