Saturday Night Holocaust Neurosis

There's a prefab building and a funny smell
Around the hills outside of town
Every now and then we wonder
But we shrug our shoulders and get back to work

There's a railroad there and trains go by
And there's people locked in cattle cars
And have you noticed the French fries at the A&W
Taste a little strange?

I drive down to the disco
Pompadour and pink lamé
I bow and blow the doorman
He parts the chain, says "Join the game"

A quick line in the girls room
To the bar for the electrodes
A coin into the right slit
Tape my temple, watch me go

Blacks are banned, except on the records
Oh, life's a cabaret
Like in Berlin, 1930
All I crave is my escape

Now I want your perfect Barbie-doll lips
And I want your perfect Barbie-doll eyes
Run my fingers down your Barbie-doll dress
Up and down your spandex ass