If she wants to dance and drink all night
Then there's no one that can stop her.
She's going until the house lights come up
Or her stomach spills onto the floor.
This night is gonna end
When we're damn well ready for it to be over.
Worked all week long,
Now the music is playing on our time.
We do what we do
To get by.
And then we need a release
ba ba ba...
You get mixed up with the wrong guys.
You get messed up on the wrong drugs.
Sometimes the party takes you places
That you didn't really plan on going.
When people see the track marks on her arms
She knows what they're thinking.
She keeps on working for that minimum,
As if a high school eductaion offered any other options.
They don't know nothing about redemption.
They don't know nothing about recovery.
Some people just ain't the type for marriage and family.
No mother ever dreams that her daughter's
Gonna grow up to be a junkie.
No mother ever dreams that her daugher's
Gonna grow up to sleep alone.
No mother ever dreams that her daughter's
Gonna grow up to be a junkie.
No mother ever dreams that her daugher's
Gonna grow up to sleep alone.
She's out of step with the style.
She don't know where the actions happening.
You know the downtown club scene
Ain't nothing like it used to be.
You reach a point where there's not
A lie in the world that you could use
To make the boys believe you're still in you twenties.
They just keep getting younger, don't they?
She's not waiting for them to come over
And ask for the privalege.
She can still here that Rebel Yell
Just as loud as it was in 1983.
There ain't no Johnny coming home
No mother ever dreams that her daughter's
Gonna grow up to be a junkie.
No mother ever dreams that her daugher's
Gonna grow up to sleep alone.
No mother ever dreams that her daughter's
Gonna grow up to be a junkie.
No mother ever dreams that her daugher's
Gonna grow up to sleep alone.
No mother ever dreams that her daughter's
Gonna grow up to be a junkie.
If she had to live it all over again
You know she wouldn't change anything for the world.