Woke up this morning, got a dead hooker in my bed
Don’t know how she got here, or why my hands are so red
There’s pills and bottles all over my floor
There’s an angry cop outside, and he’s banging on my door
Don’t remember much, like if this hooker had a name
Don’t remember paying, but I know I’ll take the blame
Gonna gather my things, try to make sense of it all
Really hard to do that with all these cops out in the hall
Gonna climb out this window, after I put on my shoes
Gonna climb out this window, before I make the evening news
I am on the run from the law now, got those dead hooker blues
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