Woke up this morning, got a dead hooker in my bed

Don’t know how she got here, or why my hands are so red

 

There’s pills and bottles all over my floor

There’s an angry cop outside, and he’s banging on my door

 

Don’t remember much, like if this hooker had a name

Don’t remember paying, but I know I’ll take the blame

 

Gonna gather my things, try to make sense of it all

Really hard to do that with all these cops out in the hall

 

Gonna climb out this window, after I put on my shoes

Gonna climb out this window, before I make the evening news

I am on the run from the law now, got those dead hooker blues

 

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