not even housewives hooked on heroinncould understand the awful mess I'm in.nI don't know where my real life begins,nbut I'm sure that I'll be there.nnI paid to see some aging pop star singnabout the universe and cosmic things.nhe sang of perfect girls with perfect skin,nbut I really couldn't carennnot even housewives hooked on heroinncould match my constant appetite for sin.nnI met this guy who lives in big hotels,nhis paradise became his living hell.nhe looked at things he knew he couldn't sell,nand he felt like he would die.nnnot even housewives hooked on heroinncould match my appetite for sin.nnnot even housewives hooked on heroinncould match my appetite for sin.n