Down For The Count

Penitentiary

Down For The Count


I see you wasting away outside in the cold 
january always brings me to chills 
the thrills, and white scattered pills on the floor 
i think i've had enough of the way that you talk to me 
that undermining tone you give that breaks me in two every time 
take what is mine and i'll take from you what you can't get back 
you're on a roll, my darling, don't give up 
soon they'll come and take you away 
i see you wasting away outside in the street 
the only thing that ever kept us close was your ever so elegant smile 
and the way that you talk me down 
take what is mine and i'll take from you what you can't get back 
you're on a roll, my darling, don't give up 
soon they'll come and take you away