Sing it people:
If she wants to dance and
drink all night, well, there’s
no one that can stop her.
She’s going ‘til the
house lights come up or
her stomach spills onto the floor.
This night is gonna
end when we’re damn well
ready for it to be over.
Worked all week long
now the music is playing
on our time.
We do what we do
to get by - and then
we need a release.
You get mixed up with the wrong guys...
You get messed up on the wrong drugs...
Sometimes the party
takes you places that
you didn’t really plan on going.
When people see the
track marks on her arms,
she knows what they’re thinking.
She keeps on working for
that minimum, as if a high school
education gave you any other options.
You know, they don’t know
nothing about redemption.
They don’t know nothing about recovery.
Some people just aren’t the
type for marriage and family...
No mother ever dreams that her
daughter’s gonna grow up to be a junkie.
No mother ever dreams that her
daughter’s gonna grow up to sleep alone.
She’s out of step with
the style. She don’t know
where the action’s happening.
You know the downtown
club scene ain’t nothing
like it used to be.
You reach a point where
there’s not a lie in the world
that you could use
to make the boys believe
you’re still in you twenties. But,
they keep getting younger, don’t they baby?
She’s not waiting for
someone to come over and
ask for the privilege.
She can still hear that
Rebel Yell just as loud
as it was in 1983.
You know, there ain’t no Johnny
coming home to share a
bed with her - and she doesn’t care.
No mother ever dreams that her
daughters gonna grow up to be a junkie.
No mother ever dreams that her
daughters going to grow up to sleep alone.
If she had to live it all
over again, you know
she wouldn’t change anything for the world.