Well Janey's got a doctor who tears apart her
insides. He investigates her and silently bates
her every little sigh. Oh, he probes with his
fingers but he knows her heart only through a
stethescope. Oh, his hands are so old and his
instruments so cold Janey turns him down like
dope.

And Janey's got a proctor. From his marble pulpit
he smiles. He provides consolation and an open
invitation to confession at any time. Between the
pages of his bible he holds from what Janey he
hides. With her doors open wide she begs
"Come inside." He's too long been
content to mess around with the handles on the
outside.

And Janey needs a shooter A shooter like this boy
on her side Janey needs a shooter Someone who
knows her style And I know her style

Well Janey loved a mechanic who owned a gas
station down on Route 9. Well she took him to bed
and I beat my head on *his gas tanks and bled all
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big tow bar. I got out and asked him why. He said,
"'Cuz with her it's either you or me, and
it's gonna be me." And I watched Janey
silently stand by.

Then she flopped with a cop who lived 'round the
block. He'd come peak in my window every night.
Janey's skin would turn pale as the siren he'd
wail outside my house all night long when he knew
she was inside. She said his big gun was fun but
Janey's small, and sometimes he scared her. So I
held her real close. She was more a saint than a
ghost. And told her I so long had been prepared
for her.

And Janey needs a shooter A shooter just like me
on her side Janey needs a shooter Somebody who
won't let her slide And I can't let her slide

Woah, stay in here tonight, baby, and I won't let
you slide. I'm stayin' here tonight, woah, Janey,
and I won't let you slide. I'm stayin' here
tonight. Baby I'm a-can'(t) let you slide.