Janey Needs a Shooter

[Verse 1] Well Janey's got a doctor who tears apart her insides He investigates her and silently baits her sighs He probes with his fingers but knows her heart only through his stethoscope His hands are cold and his body's so old Janey turns him down like dope [Chorus] Janey needs a shooter now A shooter like me on her side Janey needs a shooter now A shooter man who knows her style The way that I know her style [Verse 2] Well Janey's got a priest, from his marble pulpit, he smiles He provides consolation and he hears her confession at any time In the pages of his Bible, he holds from what Janey hides And with her doors open wide, she begs, "Come inside" But he's been frozen so long on the outside [Chorus] Janey needs a shooter now A shooter like me on her side Janey needs a shooter now A shooter man who knows her style The way that I know her style [Verse 3] Well Janey's got a cop who lives around the block And checks on her every night And her skin would turn pale as the siren he'd wail outside When he knew I was inside Janey's small and sometimes he scared her So I held her real close, she was more saint than a ghost And told her I so long had been prepared for her [Chorus] Janey needs a shooter now A shooter like me on her side Janey needs a shooter now A shooter man who knows her style Janey needs a shooter now A shooter like me on her side Janey needs a shooter now A shooter man who knows her style The way that I know her style A man who knows her style The way that I know her style A man who knows her style The way that I know her style A man who knows her style The way that I know her style A man who knows her style The way that I know her style A man who knows her style The way that I know her style A man who knows her style The way that I know her style