Cigarettes for Breakfast

A dozen stale cookies and a cigarette for breakfast Everywhere I go I stand accused of being reckless Locked up in the bathroom with a needle in the night All because my mama couldn't feel things right So come on baby maybe let me fold your clothes Doesn't really matter what I do not know A bottle of flat liquor just to tide me over Baby in the belly and a bed of dead clover Standing on the train tracks with police men screaming But now I got a pillow and some dinner for the evening So come on baby maybe let me fold your clothes Only really matters where the old men roam Now it is a heroin night Now it is a heroine night Now it is a heroin night Now it is a heroine night Now it is a heroin night Now it is a heroine night Left that old facility with bed bugs and parole Stepped out on the pavement wearing all my favorite clothes I need food to feed the two of us But need to numb the hippocampus All because Sammy said there's no need to fuss So come on baby maybe let me fold your clothes Doesn't really matter of you're young or old Now it is a heroin night And how do I herald the light Now it is a heroine night And how do I herald the light