Lofts

The elevator was a padded cell
For the socially insane
And the chronically unwell
Up three flights of stairs
To the girl I knew well
She wore skin on skin
With amphetamine
On the hair of her lip

The key doesn’t fit lock no more
The key doesn’t fit lock no more
The key doesn’t fit lock no more
Oh you’re such a whore

There’s something in you
Bloodier than blood
There’s something in you
Holier than God
There’s something in you
The feeling when you come
And it hangs on inside
More loaded than a gun

There’s something in you
I’m not quite sure what
But it’s putting you to sleep
As you should be waking up
There’s something in you
I’m luckier than him
So I throwed (sic) a penny
In an old wishing well

There’s something in you
That can make you such a slut
It started as a scratch
It’s now an infected cut
There’s something in you
That must be Heaven sent
I was a Hell-bent believer
Until you showed up

There’s something in you
And it’s something I miss
When you were my puppet
And I your ventriloquist
There’s something in you
Like the hook of a song
There’s something in you
And you’re going wrong

You’re up in the lofts
And you’re doing no good
You’re up in the lofts
And you’re not doing what you should
You’re up in the lofts
And you’re doing no good
You’re up in the lofts
And you’re doing no good

There’s something in you
Blacker than the cat
That lives on your corridor
Stares at you