[MURS]

She's in the back of a cab again

She just packed up her bags and then

Her new town, she can bust down and run around

Had to leave the ex 'cause he always brought that gun around

But she's long gone, he'll never find her

Just another bad tattoo, a reminder

Of her past and how they tried to hold her back

But fuck her hometown, man, that whole scene was wack

She's in the big city now doin' big thangs

Works a little retail job for a big change

She got a car so now she move around efficiently

She got a card now she hittin' the dispensary

She made some friends in the entertainment industry

But time is wearing thin, so she gives in to her tendencies

Postmeridian, his callin'

It's been two weeks, so she been eight ballin'

Got the number of a dealer and she called him

Quick transaction in a bathroom stall then

Guess who's back in affect?

Dropped in the corner, dancin' to some dub step

Rescued by two dudes who were suspect

But she was so goddamn gone, she didn't object

They messed around, she was down for the fun and the games

It doesn't count when she can't remember none of the names

Rinse, repeat, weeks in the psycho

But that dirt don't come clean in the night glow

Now everybody knows she's a whore

Where do you go when the blow's not free no more?

Now the city's gettin' too small

Walls closin' in, but she knows what to do, y'all

She popped a pill and then she packed her bags quick

She's just too real for this city of plastic

[Slug]

She came from the desert with a Horse With No Name

Half awake, waitin' at the baggage claim

The painkiller that she popped as the plane tore off

Ink wore off

Little cousin picked her up in the pickup

And the minute she got in he lit up a big blunt

Passed it to her, she made the end glow

Pull, puff share, staring out the window

Parked outside of a house on the south side

First couple weeks, sleepin' on the couch life

Till she got a job at a department store

Found a roommate and got a spot up on 24th

A penny for her thoughts of a better course

She wanted new friends that she hasn't met before

Started hittin' up the bar just to let it pour

Did one line of coke and many more

Everybody loves her, is she sure?

I guess it all depends on who she drops them panties for

When that alcohol calls, she doesn't hit ignore

She says, "Give me more" until she hits the floor

Popular with the elite and the creeps

And them people who haven't gone to sleep this week

They wear disguises like "artist" and "nice guy"

But underneath you know they just another white line

Fuck these pricks, fuck these junkies

Fuck this weather, it's not fuckin' funny

It's drama, it's got you actin' like a star

Shut the fuck up and march your ass back up in that bar

Midwest, it won't be long

Before she jets, she don't belong

It's her against anti, surfin' this landslide

At the terminal, a permanent standby