Down and Out

She wears a streetlight like a halo of gold

For some a sin, for him a sight for sore eyes

She don't see wicked when she meets it up close

Say nice to see you through the passenger side

Angels turning out and making their rounds

Cross yourself and pray you don't show it

Laying on her back and shaking him down

So break it some more, you take your chances on the corner

When your rags say down and out

Her talk is cheap as pretty second hand clothes

So lip service him just for the night

He feels his pockets and he checks her pulse

There's no pleasure in an overdose

Angels turning out and making their rounds

Cross yourself and pray you don't show it

Laying on her back and shaking him down

So break it some more, you take your chances on the corner

When your rags say down and out

Motel crime scene tape, everybody come see

Don't she kinda look like that girl from the magazine

Now that she's gone, now that she's gone

Will anyone remember her name

Now that she's gone, now that she's gone

I hope she meets the devil with her lipstick on