Satellite

Babies on beach blankets headed for Mars

Cute guys in crew cuts with the day goes to bars

There's a pretty lady in a bikini

Her eyes are bright

But her teeth look like smashed out window panes

She's trying to fix her dreams

With sushi and facials and carrot juice

There's a wide wall

That she can't see over now

But that's OK

Because mistakes are allowed when you're a

Satellite

Yoga classes so you can look good

At a singles bar

California is sure lovely

It's the home of the stars

And everybody's got a great body, but souls

Are like shadows

Cause everybody's so shriveled up inside

They're trying to hide behind

Volleyball and Valium and Power Bars

We understand a lot of things

About modern technology but not about dreams

Our hearts are on the shelves

We can't fix ourselves

But we can fix a satellite

Cause in Hollywood the heroes

Are strung out on grace

And half-skinned gypsies

They're crying to leave this place

We can fix a Satellite

The Pope can't fix my broken heart

Rock and Roll can't fix my broken Heart

Valium can't fix my broken heart

Miss Cleo can't fix my broken heart

But will you

Fix my broken heart

Satellite

Satellite

Fix my broken heart

Fix my broken heart