Two girls lay on a bed, One is not more beautiful than the other, Can't recall just what they said, I know it's something other than another, Coffee cups and cigarettes a quilt that does cover them, Grandmother, grandmother. It's not my fault, It's gone too far it's not my fault. A heart of gold a grain of sand, I have received all that you've sent this fall, in letters i don't understand, The money's gone cause i have spent it all, It all. It's not my fault, It's gone too far, It's not my fault. Let me in, i'm your friend, Shake my hand shave my head. A girl was laying on my bed, She was beautiful but now she's gone, She's gone, she's gone, she's gone.