i saw her today at the reception
a glass of wine in her hand
i knew she would meet her connection
at her feet was a footloose man
she was practiced at the art of deception
i could tell by her blood-stained hands
as she winked at me and said take my hand
i’ll take you on a trip with the devil
so i then took her hand

i then went down to the demonstration
to get my fair share of abuse
singing, we're gonna vent our frustrations
into to the moonlight night
we played this game

with prescription in hand
i went down to the Chelsea drugstore
to get my prescription filled
i was standing in line with Mr. Jimmy
a man that look pretty ill
we decided that we would have a soda
my favorite flavor, cherry red
i sung a song to Mr. Jimmy
and he said one word to me,
and that was "dead"

I then went home
to put myself to bed
could find the pills I had
turned on the tv, to find nothing on
as my life has always been
pretty percular
i live my life
with bleeding pain