Girls in the backroom I hear your father hes a rich man And that his father was a rich one too And that your real mother waited tables With cool eyes and beautiful hands And no one would ever doubt it Cuz no one looks richer than you As your droppin your brother at the front door That led into the backroom I hear the girls in the backroom Will just about finish you off Yeah they'll tempt you and distract you Say things like "babe it's in your head", and cough(?) And the promise of a happy ending Is right in the palm of their hands They all seem to get all sandy The message like good luck leaving town You couldn't get out if you wanted to anyhow I hear your brother he's a loaded pistol, Some kind of former ranger, he's got a disability check From his VA stuck in the chamber Still the roadside bombs are bursting, And forever he'll be thirsty, Seven golf for his fuckin murcky body And he'll drink it anyway I saw him blowin the old marine (?)Down with a child with a(?) Purple Heart ratted in his bedpan You know he kills a lot of time In the parking lots of the shops That are kinda over near the college bars Lookin at all the mothers dressed like daughters Doin thier laundry, thier daughters are all dressed like stars But no one really ever looks him in the eyes When they pass him by they all got thier heads bowed down I guess that they heard for a while, He was stealin ladies lingerie, Wearin that shit all over town I hear the girls in the backroom The questions were shakin him down They were still angry about the vacuum That he had smashed when he came back to town And the promises of happy endings For tonight I'm sure are through As the girls were Down on their hands and their knees in the glass, Pickin up springs and screws, Ohh, pickin up springs and screws Ahh but girl I love you madly, Sure does that money from your daddy, But I don't give a fuck for your family, But for you I would do life But me and your brother, we've been cool Since before he left for jump school Now the people i know I'm with you They treat me like some crazy fuckin Jew Good luck, leavin town, they say you couldn't get out if you wanted to anyhow I hear the girls in the backroom, Yeah, their talkin about me in code, They all treat me (wicked gloves?) like a time bomb, Gettin ready, to explode And people always ask me questions About your brother, and what he's seen Where he's been and where I think he's going to I just say I last saw him fleeing the scene Behind the wheel of a skin-graf limousine. I hear the girls in the backroom They'll just about finish you off I hear the girls in the backroom Ther talking about me in code I hear the girls in the backroom They'll just about finish you off I hear the girls in the backroom (Laughs)