Lyrics:

She’s got a tattoo on her hand

One of her father’s favorite brand

She used to smoke when she was alone

She’s off to where all the bricks get scarred

The no man’s land drunkard junkyard

Takes off her clothes for the unknowns

It’s hard to unsee it

Ya didn’t have to try so hard to be it

Got passed around all over town

Saw her out on Suicide St.

The pretty thing making ends meet

While keeping it still down on Humboldt Hill

She’s got static up her sleeves

The touch of pain her brain receives

The tortured nerves her misuse preserves

It’s a strange sensation

The living dead imitation

A pale, thin glow where love used to go

It’s a bad secret to make

It’s a bad secret to make

It’s a permanent mistake

It’s a bad secret to make