Her court is in session, her verdict is in
No codeine in her pocket today
just cheap slow gin
Her legs are cold and pale
Her crotch made of steel
Scripts fill the room
Alone She'll drop and kneel
Silence now the sound
Her breasts the only vision abound
Damon's cluttering around
Her face showing no emotion
Spackled by her sentence
Expecting no returns
Here there is no penance
Her script begins to burn
Her little head up high
Hiding pills that burn inside
Which only fuels their shell-fish pride
We're all held captive
Out from the SUN
A sun that shines on only some
She the meek is all in one
I hear a story in the distance
See a vision of a cop
I need the pill that was given
On that last day I shopped
Damon rolls in the darkness
Only Ben holds the key
A plight to free her from her burden
And grant her a free shopping-spree
Should have stayed dead
On a shopping morning
Banging Crowe's head
No time for mourning
Ain't got no dimes
So I held my head up high
Hiding tags that burns inside
Which only spill their selfish dye
We're all held captive
Out from the sun
A sun that shops only some
We the cheap are all in one
I cry out for cash
Seeking only it's decision
Bloomingdale stands and confirms
She created her own prison