This one goes out to every Romeo who’s wasting his time waiting for the junkie angels in the Juliet line.
Where Pandora’s pin-prick pupils paint the perfect Monet
Hanging locked away and lonesome next to Dorian Grey.
And as the poison drains my mind
It leaves me wondering why I can’t find
A remedy that suits me well as you.
It’s true. My baby’s born to lose
Because she’s bringing out the worst in me
But does the best she can.
She’s casting off the lifeboats while I’m sinking as she swims
Yes, I found myself a lover who’d be better as a friend
‘Cause she plays with dirty needles and she’s in my arms again.
She’s from the wrong side of the track marks
And I’m setting my sights on a candy-coated ticket
To the train wreck tonight.
So, I jumped the wall at rehab
‘Bound three sheets to the wind
While her fire feeds the fever blazin’ under my skin.
But when the twinkle fades my eyes
It shapes a face I hardly recognize.
She hides behind the boiling silver spoons,
Confused, like one who’s been abused.
Because she’s dancing ‘round the disco lights
Takes pride in all my shame.
The conscience points the fingers
When there’s no one left to blame
Then I’ll stop and ask the silence
If the pleasure’s worth the pain?
‘Cause she plays with dirty needles
And she does it all in vain.
Black clouds, blue skies, little white-line lies.
Laugh out loud while the river rolls ‘round.
Cure for boredom, habit-forming,
Up all night while the river rolls ‘round.
And when the tourniquet unwinds
And all the toxic phantoms run and hide
From twelve-step fathers juggling the truth
No use, I had to cut her loose.
She said “A woman is the open wound
That vexes every man”.
Then softly kissed her scorpion
And placed it in my hand
Then she locked me in the Genie lamp
My wish is her demand
‘Cause she plays with dirty needles
And the cycle never ends.
Yes, she plays with dirty needles
And she’s in my arms again.