DeVille Little Miss Tragedy is so misunderstood She can hear you sniff a whip of a bad drugs a hundred yards away And if she gets, you cornered she won't be satisfied, no she won't And everything around her just seems to fly apart But it has nobody to blame, nobody but yourself of being pulled in again Into a slow drain, a slow drain. Mr. West Coast dealer he wants a front for you, yes I do, yes I do And being so experienced and all, he knows just what to do He says: 'You must be tired of the street, my friend, here's a place for you to rest' And the price is never mentioned utill he gets your best Always stop listening, nobody to blame Nobody but yourself of being pulled in again Into a slow drain, a slow drain. So you're new in town, you wanna meet some fans They're all fresh hookers warming or pressing you in a doing thing And if they get you cornered, they'd be coming 'round again and that's for shure And everything they touch just seems to waste away Always stop listening, nobody to blame Nobody but yourself of being pushed in again Into a slow drain, a slow drain Slow drain, slow drain Slow drain, slow drain Hang you 'till you dry.