The Candy Machine and My Girlfriend

Thugs with drugs and clubs and pubs and bars The entertainment and arts The give, the take, the waking up on trains The fruits they flared in the flames The green grapes and the grain And all the dances we learned; 'The twist', 'the turn', 'the give-yourself-a-perm' The collagen in your kiss The limp-wrists always make the sweetest fists She's perched atop the pillow in her booth She says "it's 20 if I'm supposed to tell the truth And for 40 then I went down on your wounds with scotch and soda" The sticky sharks and the steamy saunas Pockmarked pervs and the pink piranhas Credit card chicks taking cash advances Lovers in the lockdown under shady circumstances The flirty answers from the dirty dancers And New Rochelle is for the new romantics She says I'm scratched up from glass And I'm so strapped for cash It goes through me so fast I can't go back to Cali Stuck in Milwaukee We drank on the roof and we pissed on the city Heschers hanging on the hoods of the cars They did the hairnets, the cigarettes, The Bears and then Sublet Guess it all started in your apartment Jenny's pretty jumpy, pulls a gun out of the glove compartment And she shoots it off to try to impress you First she gets off, then she tries to undress you And you wake up and you don't know how your hand got in the tapedeck A skimpy outfit for a lousy paycheck And New Rochelle is full of bloody carwrecks