She chain smoked Lucky Strikes with
  a voice to prove it. Rough and ****.
  She lived her life in motels and bars.
  She wore lamp shade hats and danced on
  tables showed her ****, ****** in cars.

  Maybe trying too hard to wring every
  ounce from life takes a toll. Living
  too intense is a burden few can endure.
  Leave a Lucky in the ashtray and slit
  reborn blood on a floor finally pure.