And a junkie promise to himself
He left his soul on the bathroom floor of a Texaco
Tina was a blessing and a curse
An angel with a bullet in reverse
Never met the devil only God on junk
Black motorcycle boots she was on the run
Before she was all grown up
Make a poor boy richer than he's ever been
Ease a dirty mind burn your conscience clean
Take it out on faith or call it a sin
Make his Saturday night so special
And a highway star that ran across his face
From his jawbone to his temple
Tina could been miss understood
In the land of Tulepo honey
While the emirs in his counting house
Before she was all grown up
Don't you love their wild ways
Make a poor boy richer than he's ever been
Ease a dirty mind burn your conscience clean
Take it out on faith or call it a sin
Tumbling dice you want the moon
All you got is a needle and a spoon
Before they're all grown up
Don't you love their wild ways
Make a poor boy richer than he's ever been
Ease a dirty mind burn your conscience clean
Take it out on faith or call it a sin
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