Slow Drain - Mink DeVille

Little Miss Tragedy is so misunderstood

She can hear you sniff a whip of a bad drugs a hundred yards away

And if she gets, you cornered she won’t be satisfied, no she won’t

And everything around her just seems to fly apart

But it has nobody to blame, nobody but yourself of being pulled in again

Into a slow drain, a slow drain

Mr. West Coast dealer he wants a front for you, yes I do, yes I do

And being so experienced and all, he knows just what to do

He says: 'You must be tired of the street, my friend, here’s a place for you

to rest'

And the price is never mentioned utill he gets your best

Always stop listening, nobody to blame

Nobody but yourself of being pulled in again

Into a slow drain, a slow drain

So you’re new in town, you wanna meet some fans

They’re all fresh hookers warming or pressing you in a doing thing

And if they get you cornered, they’d be coming 'round again and that’s for shure

And everything they touch just seems to waste away

Always stop listening, nobody to blame

Nobody but yourself of being pushed in again

Into a slow drain, a slow drain

Slow drain, slow drain

Slow drain, slow drain

Hang you 'till you dry