Tekstovi: AM Taxi. Woodpecker.

Someone's husband pays your rent with stacks and stacks of presidents
they blow it like it's counterfeit, believe me
They'll feed you lines and alcohol
and one by one they'll pay for all the little things you do that make you sick
You keep on running for your purse
the waitress said it's getting worse
try and try you can't reverse it now
And I said "You done nothin but hurt me
But you do it right, you do it right, you got me so right"
And I said "You done nothin but hurt me
But you do it right, you get it right, you got me so right"
Counting singles, fives and tens
the last call lights are back again
but that won't stop the gentlemen, believe me
they got ashtray smiles and dirty eyes,
you're not afraid to compromise, any virus in a shirt and tie can tell
keep on running for your purse,
the waitress said it's getting worse
Try and try you can't reverse it now
I don't ever gamble, but I'd bet you life is going, going, going, gone
There's something you should know, there's so much you don't know
Down in an alley behind your apartment,
we fall apart and we breathe it in.
I get off, but I know that I'm just as bad as them
Down in the alley behind you're apartment
you smoke and tell me it's nothing real
just something we need, just something to feel.
And I said "You done nothin but hurt me
But you do it right, you do it right, you got me so right"
And I said "You done nothin but hurt me
But you do it right, you get it right, you got me so right"