No saints allowed in the peep show No saints allowed in the neon glow No saint but me Her halo appears when the light shines through When you look into the peep show It looks into you But not me All the things I would do for her On her... to her stuff All the things she'd cry out to me On me... about her stuff This place is depressing Last New Years the poor girl just cried all night long Life's hard all round I'm guessing Whether buried alive or pulling cash from a thong Nadine gives a wink Grinding up and down on a poll My heart starts to sink I spent my last dollar an hour ago No saints allowed to burn a bridge like me No saints allowed to breathe in her heat No saints but me You call it "a stain" I call it "another satisfied customer"