I gather a few grains of sense out of it all
and manage to stand tall
in the midst of it all
the stoned motherfucker you are
I can hear the cry of your angels
the doorbell´s ringing
but no one´s at the door
walk a few miles in my boots
and I´ll kick your bitchy little ass
no matter what
my boots can´t be filled
can´t be walked or worn
by anyone else
but me
just remember, girl
when it comes to greed
I´ll be there
until then
I´ll be all smithereens
maybe one grand ol` day
I´ll answer your prayers
and let you win
just once
`cause, I know how it feels
I know what it does to you
another gram won´t do no harm
I´ll bail you out
and I´ve tried
to trail the legions that led you
into the hole you´re in
diggin´ you out
has become a way
to spend my spare time
just remember, girl
when it comes to greed
I´ll be there
until then
I´ll be all smithereens
just remember, girl
when it comes to greed
I´ll be there
until then
I´ll be all smithereens
