Julie loved cooking and making her family food
Julie loved to crochet and would go swimming in the nude
Sipping coffee, reading books, and dancing in the rain
Once or twice she even tried her hand at sculpting clay
Julie was a dreamer with her head stuck in the clouds
Singing to her dogs when there was no one else around
But Julie had a secret and thought that nobody could know
Julie was dependent on prescription pills and blow
3 AM, Decatur street, alone and broke again
I'm fine she'd scream I never want to let this party end
She'd use when things were going good
She'd use when things were looking bad
An excuse to always just consume another one
Julie loved cocaine
There was nothing else to do
Julie loved cocaine
And there's nothing else to say
It was pumping through her heart
It was pulsing through her veins
Numbing out her throat
It was pounding in her brain
Julie took an oxy with a glass of chardonnay
When they found her on the sidewalk of a street in the Treme
Paramedics said that they arrived a bit too late
Our protagonist was off before the starting gun
Julie should've had a few more trips around the sun