Refund on Paradise

Never able to explain all the things you've seen When I ask, you tell me I'm hateful and mean Taking pictures of things gone and burnt down Can't you see your money's no good in this town You were supposed to be a "star" But you didn't even write a song The postcards you send Make people wonder what went wrong I guess you could never tell With all those neon lights in your prison cell You can play in traffic or go to a bar Then yuo can lie to me, saying you've gone real far They keep lying to you and showing you the door Couldn't you fuck someone for just a little bit more? It's been boarded up, it's been torn down Still you remain A tourist in your own town