You've gone slack You stare in your compact Putting lipstick on You feel you've won On the run When he wakes up alone He's gonna call you on the phone He's gonna get the busy tone Cause youre tryin to talk down your middleman On the high and heavy price You say you feel hungry But that's your nerves running With your arm out the window The radio waves come to stay In the antenna of your brain Daughter of a prison gaurd Trying to act hard