Chemical Lady

Living in a city named after what some people call angels
 Laughing after nothing, my whole life seems so in vain
 Dig peaches working in an alley, some say that she's lazy
 Smoking whiskey, talking shit and pissing off all my friends
 Slow way down
 You might as well be free, yeah
 Slow way down
 Even now, you might as well be free, yeah
 Tilley's in the back room, fleecing everybody, she's wasted
 Sue sells a quarter of soul for less than half of a dime, yeah
 And I'm wondering how it's all tying to the things I've done lately
 My chemical lady, she's with me, baby, all the time
 Slow way down
 You might as well be free, yeah
 Slow way down
 Even now, you might as well be free, yeah
 Slow way