House of Yes

There goes the high and here comes the low again
I can't be friends
With the back alley folks, sharing their smokes
It's all some big joke after all

Down by the train
The man with cocaine in his guts
Is just having fun
He cries out to me, I pretend I can't see
And stand with my face to the wall.

Stilettos, you wore stilettos
And I wore a face that said I should be drunk for this
"Let's go," you told me "let's go"
"Cut out that ego, don't say no
In the house of yes".

The circus machines spin around me on the floor
And now I want more
The Bushwick Elite, a kiss in my cheeks
Their face paint leaves streaks on my nose

You shaved your face
You carved out a place by the door
And they called you a whore
But what do they know, Freud and Rambo
The letters and the books that they chose

Stilettos, you wore stilettos
And I wore a face that said I should be drunk for this
"Let's go," you told me "let's go"
"Cut out that ego, don't say no
In the house of yes"

There's no southern girl who
Could dance like you do
I stumble around like a flat-footed fool

Stilettos, you wore stilettos
And I wore a face that said I should be drunk for this
"Let's go," you told me "let's go"
"Cut out that ego, don't say no
In the house of yes"