Girls In The Backroom

Girls in the backroom
 I hear your father hes a rich man
 And that his father was a rich one too
 And that your real mother waited tables
 With cool eyes and beautiful hands
 And no one would ever doubt it
 Cuz no one looks richer than you
 As your droppin your brother at the front door
 That led into the backroom
 I hear the girls in the backroom
 Will just about finish you off
 Yeah they'll tempt you and distract you
 Say things like "babe it's in your head", and cough(?)
 And the promise of a happy ending
 Is right in the palm of their hands
 They all seem to get all sandy
 The message like good luck leaving town
 You couldn't get out if you wanted to anyhow
 I hear your brother he's a loaded pistol,
 Some kind of former ranger, he's got a disability check
 From his VA stuck in the chamber
 Still the roadside bombs are bursting,
 And forever he'll be thirsty,
 Seven golf for his fuckin murcky body
 And he'll drink it anyway
 I saw him blowin the old marine
 (?)Down with a child with a(?)
 Purple Heart ratted in his bedpan
 You know he kills a lot of time
 In the parking lots of the shops
 That are kinda over near the college bars
 Lookin at all the mothers dressed like daughters
 Doin thier laundry, thier daughters are all dressed like stars
 But no one really ever looks him in the eyes
 When they pass him by they all got thier heads bowed down
 I guess that they heard for a while,
 he was stealin ladies lingerie,
 wearin that shit all over town
 I hear the girls in the backroom
 The questions were shakin him down
 They were still angry about the vacuum
 That he had smashed when he came back to town
 And the promises of happy endings
 For tonight I'm sure are through
 As the girls were
 down on their hands and their knees in the glass,
 Pickin up springs and screws,
 Ohh, pickin up springs and screws
 Ahh but girl I love you madly,
 Sure does that money from your daddy,
 But I don't give a fuck for your family,
 But for you I would do life
 But me and your brother, we've been cool
 Since before he left for jump school
 Now the people i know I'm with you
 They treat me like some crazy fuckin Jew
 Good luck, leavin town, they say you couldn't get out if you wanted to anyhow
 I hear the girls in the backroom,
 Yeah, their talkin about me in code,
 They all treat me (wicked gloves?) like a time bomb,
 Gettin ready, to explode
 And people always ask me questions
 About your brother, and what he's seen
 Where he's been and where I think he's going to
 I just say
 I last saw him fleeing the scene
 behind the wheel of a skin-graf limousine.
 I hear the girls in the backroom
 They'll just about finish you off
 I hear the girls in the backroom
 Ther talking about me in code
 I hear the girls in the backroom
 They'll just about finish you off
 I hear the girls in the backroom
 (laughs)