90 Grand

Here comes the look again
She's helpless and confused
She suddenly sees that she's been used

But he won't apologize
Somehow I don't think he can
He gave up his heart for 90 grand

Ooh, it's so noisy here
She feels so out of place
And no one is looking at her face

The punks are from Bloomingdale's
They're learning to talk with their hands
They gave up their hearts for 90 grand

Well this all seems
Oh so mechanical, so businesslike
Short-term dreams
Of shortwave stereos and rollerskates
Big buck deals in real estate
Functional illiterates

So what am I doing here?
Strike me down dead where I stand
I gave up my heart for 90 grand

It's only money