Coked out Strung out Flipped out Had my share of friends Blow their brains out
But still I went back out And hung out with the Gallo brothers And the drunks and the druggies and the homeless and the insane Downtown at two in the morning.
Little did I know, The Gallo Brothers were leading me to the gallows Dead woman walking Hanging out with them, I was killing myself slowly Too cowardly to flat out pull the trigger and get it done with, I just squeezed it a bit With two, three, four visits a day From the dynamic dastardly duo.
Sometimes we hung out at Sutter Home I remember the plastic thunk of bottles In my purse on the way there. The glass-laden Gallo Brothers sometimes made a bit too much noise When stealth was called for, So no one else would catch on to what I was doing. So no one would catch onto the feelings I tried burying, The demons I tried to drown, Who were squeezing the life out of me Feeling horrible, unworthy Always going back on my misery.
Tremors, delirious Delirium tremens So shaking I can’t even double-fist A single can of soda I reached for the only help I’ll accept I grabbed on tight to their hands Even though my body turned it down Rejecting, ejecting Spewing, spitting their help Back in their faces
“I wish I knew how to quit you” My body told them
But the Brothers were a violent lot Beating me into submission When my mind was under their influence Sometimes I’d do the craziest **** For friends who didn’t know better, Didn’t have my best interests at heart Were -bent on my personal destruction. Talk about peer pressure! Doing, saying things I normally wouldn’t! They made me go against the grain of everything decent and good about me.
Some friends just aren’t worth having I learned that lesson the hard way Cutting ties with the Gallo Brothers... The hardest thing I ever did! But... the only way to keep Dead Woman Walking From becoming Dead Woman Hanging around at the morgue instead of the Gallo Brothers’ house.