All her cash running

Out of green glass

Pocketful of money

Going down, down, down

Wagon's full of honey

And she's gonna get some

Everybody knows the

Fun is for brave ones

Every night she leaves

With someone

Dirty man playing with

His pickstand yeah

We can see he's nothing

But she wants him

Cause she's empty

And he's got a pretty face

And big hands to play with.



You've got to find your mind.



He said to get down

On her knees

He's gotta get what he needs

She's got a frayed

Mess of a dress

The kind that is about

Wearing you out

She comes from people

With ready minds

Cigarette child of

The times

Her body is

More than her years

She hears a lunatic

In her ear

Funny how it always is

When your mind

Is in the way of his

In what he wants

He will succeed

Without a fight

She will concede

And we know she

Can't fix her soul

By filling up

Empty holes.





I'm the girl

In your head

With no innocence

I'm your friendly

Neighborhood psychopath

I'm the fear that

Makes you try anything

I'm the one you don't

Know you're running from

I'm the cold reminder

Of defeat

I'll be there the next time

You get in heat

I'll be there when you

Wake up next week

I'll be there when you

Freak the next freak