Shot of Geisha coffee and say goodnight
Take my pen begin to write
And from a Paris hotel
I was looking for you
Told my Mama oh don't wait up
The writer's life is a bottomless cup
And I'm never goin' home from the heroin view
Slept all day lovers come
Dragged me away from where realities from
And the typewriter in the corner's calling my name
I dream about night that's how it goes
From the Berlin street hungry angel blows
And I sold my mind to be a creature of pain
The puff dancers come smile is on
The back room boys got a rhythm all night long
Been writing about equal rights and not feminism
From the top of the world I'm shouting down
From the bottom of the world I wear a crown
I told me brother I'd be living my life like Anais Nin
My blood is heavy it fills the air
Into a broken boulevard I disappear
And if you listen to the night you can hear a woman moan
Sycophantic villains flick out the light
I'm living the life of a character I used to write
And it'll drive you crazy the years of writing alone
Shout out to the Devil oh here I come
No direction home once its begun
I'm living on the corner of a wasted avenue
Blood bubble whiskey and Martha's sweetened gin
Slept in a church of my confessioning
I believe my heart is still holding on to you
Took a car pull the top down
Young woman beside me but there's no sound
I told her beautiful body God's the same thing as your soul
I'm feeling emotional oh let me weep
Apartment silent I cry myself to sleep
And I dreamt it again last night everything I wrote I stole
Hey little lover why don't you wake up
Bagged my soul and I lost my love
Growling in the shadows like a hungry two-dollar whore
I sold my arm for pleasure and pain
Take that damned old rattler again
This junky's a writer
On a one-way ticket to the bathroom floor