interlude 3 (second thoughts)

the truth is

the kid's medicine made him sin

whether it's from a doctor or a dealer

screaming about juanita

we put his record on

until he's bleeding on the needle

and he's weeping in the street

cut down on his curtain call

that's where he's gonna sleep

take aim with these hands he once possessed

a dozen roses on the pavement laid the rest

oh my dear sister christie

will i feel some remorse

she says no