Woodpecker - AM Taxi

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 fucking 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