Ice cubes cold on my back
As I’m waking up she’s running away
Through the streets of a dead end town
With Fall leaves kicking up all around her feet
Rising up with a shot of pain
A scar says “This is where our future bled out”
Paint flaking on the window pane
Considering the end it could bring to all of this
No coin for cheap thrills mother
No chance to pick your poison
Nobody’s bed to borrow
Now who’s the broken woman?
Take your prize, take your prize
How it glistens in the light of the moon
The night breeze swirling
Glowing red growing brighter, and brighter, and brighter
Is this really happening?
It can’t be though it feels so real
And nothing to wake you from this nightmare
Turn around, flashing lights are the culprit
Sirens calling your name
No coin for cheap thrills mother
No chance to pick your poison
Nobody’s bed to borrow
Now who’s the broken woman?