He was the congregation’s reprobate
(Ashes to ashes, Hellfire to just plain Hell)
She was the hospital’s walking carouse
(Who is more foolish? The fool or the one who stumbles into the bottom of her barrel?)
He was the searing in their souls
She was the moonshine in their veins
Together they were noxious
(Bonnie and Clyde were nothing compared to this)
The Devil
And the Drug
They were never meant to grow up
(2nd star to the right, and straight on ‘til morning, Honey)
Ain’t that the way it always starts