Hero for the Weekend

We got a manhunt

This evening in our neighborhood

I ain't what they want

Though sure as hell up to no good

Got helicopters

Got squad cars screaming down the block

Cops and robbers

Ain't so different in the dark

We got nothing to believe in

I'm eleven

Need oxycontin to get by

I'm 37

And so ashamed of getting high

No one can touch me

And my vagina made of glass

But if you talk sweet

I'll let you stick it in my past

We got nothing to believe in

Who's the hero for the weekend?

We know some women

Put on their lipstick every day

Oh, Gardenia (?)

Why don't we ever have our way?

I see a sweet thing

I want to tie him to a chair

And just forget him

And walk away and leave him there

When there's nothing to believe in

Be the hero for the weekend