Someone's husband pays your rent with stack and stacks of presidents
They blow it like it's counterfeit believe me
They'll feed you lines and alcohol and one by one they'll pay for all the little thing you do that make you sick
You keep on running for your purse
The waitress said it's getting worse
Try and try you can't reverse it now
And I said you do nothing but hurt me
But you do it right, you do it right, you got it so right
And I said you do nothing but hurt me
But you do it right,you get it right, you got it so right
Counting singles, fives and tens, the last call lights are back again
But that won't stop the gentlemen believe me
They got ashtray smiles and dirty eyes, you're not afraid to compromise, any virus in a shirt and tie can tell
Keep on running for your purse
The waitress
Said it's getting worse
Try and try you can't reverse it now
I don't ever gamble, but I'd bet you f**ing life is going, going, going, gone
There's something you should know: there's so much you don't know
Down in the alley behind your apartment
We fall apart and we breathe it in
I get off but I know that I'm just as bad as them
Down in the alley behind your apartment
You smoke and tell me it's nothing real
Just something we need, just something to feel