The cut-rate mime walking through the dirty streets Of Paris in the hot August heat Sun melting the fake smile away Just looking for a place to stay The actress gave up all her old dreams And traded up, now she is a queen Royal families don't have time for that shit Your crystal ball - you keep it hid The tractor-trailer driver radios: Help me someone I'm out here all alone Truck driving the black night away Praying for the light of day The kid in the mall works at hawt dawg on a stick His hat is a funny shape his heart is a brick Taking your order he will look away He doesn't have a thing to say But me I'm feeling pretty good as of now I'm not so sure when I got here or how Sun melting the fake smile away I think, you know, I'll be okay