Opium Street

A fiery woman walking
a whore and some moonshine
Mister, give me a .45
let's see if tonight I escape from myself.

A sad guy with a maniac face
smokes slowly his last cigarette
and after finishing his sweet passion
he takes refuge in the bathroom and kills himself with bug spray.

A bar full of people
a place where the crazies dwell
some desperate soul sneaks in
maybe a woman left him abandoned.

And if you're heartbroken and crushed
knowing you've been left behind
you can try some new detergent
to clean everything, even your mind.

There are broken skies in the streets and on the buses
oily nights that can't handle more blouses
and if the problem is emotional
forget the good, spit out the bad
you already know
this is just a bar.