Junkie Girl - Walter Becker

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