All your folks back home
  i`ll never tell your this
  you`re not supposed to know
  where your daughter is
  there are ways of life
  your never understood
  it`s right here
  donwtown hollywood
  it`s afternoon on sunset boulevard
  i`ve got a stolen moment trying hard
  to write a kind of christmas card
  but i am burning cut again
  tonight there is a fever in my veins
  
  mama, dear
  all the love your gave
  i guess there`s really nothing
  nothing much to save
  this place is as dirty as i feel myself
  there are still some riches
  at the roosevelt
  that evening prayer
  those memories
  in my little bedroom, mama, on my knees
  that`s whre i`m at
  down in los angeles
  and i am burning out again
  and i must rise above the shame
  tonight there`s fever in my veins
  
  just think of the girl i used to be
  you were my age once, mama
  twenty-three
  i can still hear some of the songs you used to play
  from that summer of love in `88
  seems it`s turned into a winter of hate
  and i am burning out again