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
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
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Writer(s): Samuel Stein
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