Lyrics by Bede Taylor.
Arrangement by Aaron Carpenter.
lyrics
Emotions fall out of you
Like blood
Like tiny rivers waiting for reasons
To flood
A stolen hand and a
Swollen glove
Angels of the apocalypse
All babbling about love
But you're just a junkie mama
You're just a junkie for your shame
White rabbits dressed in
Carousel skins
Waltzing with the feet of angels
Resurrecting old sins
You sit and grin at the feet of some hungry thief
With blood drying slowly on his ribs
The spike in your hands feels so good
You just slide the spike back on in
But you're just a junkie mama
You're just a junkie for your shame
But you're just a junkie mama
You're just a junkie for your shame
Thoughts fall in and out of you
Like rain
Like fingers soaked in Demerol
Pleasure points for pain
A wounded knee and a limp
And a crooked cane
You thought you'd found something precious
Then you lost it again
You're just a junkie mama
You're just a junkie for your shame
Cause you're just a junkie mama
You're just a junkie for your shame
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