Men in business suits they run you down
You take their money just like you take mine
You send it bubbling down the thin blue line
It doesn't matter how it got this way
'Cause we could make it through this thing together
I know you're laughing but I got to say
Now I still want you maybe more than ever
No fooling it's a fucked up world
So be cool my little junkie girl
The cops are out to shut the district down
I comb the ruins of your stomping grounds
Stanyan Street looking like that third world war
You come up blazing like an open sore
Now I believe you but I got to know
How come the right side of your brain is hurting
So take me with you baby when you go
Through to the white side of your China curtain
No fooling it's a fucked up world
So be cool my little junkie girl
In the good old bad part of this college town
Men in grey limousines will drive you down
You take their money just like you take mine
Where does it get you on that thin blue line
Now I can hardly hear you anymore
Your eyes are empty and your voice is hollow
I see you waving from a distant shore
And where you're going I don't dare to follow
No fooling that's another world
Good luck my little junkie girl
In the good old bad part of this college town Men in business suits they run you down You take their money just like you take mine You send it bubbling down the thin blue line It doesn't matter how it got this way 'Cause we could make it through this thing together I know you're laughing but I got to say Now I still want you maybe more than ever No fooling it's a fucked up world So be cool my little junkie girl The cops are out to shut the district down I comb the ruins of your stomping grounds Stanyan Street looking like that third world war You come up blazing like an open sore Now I believe you but I got to know How come the right side of your brain is hurting So take me with you baby when you go Through to the white side of your China curtain No fooling it's a fucked up world So be cool my little junkie girl In the good old bad part of this college town Men in grey limousines will drive you down You take their money just like you take mine Where does it get you on that thin blue line Now I can hardly hear you anymore Your eyes are empty and your voice is hollow I see you waving from a distant shore And where you're going I don't dare to follow No fooling that's another world Good luck my little junkie girl Explain Request ×
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