From the recording DEGREES OF GONE
Lyrics
Ride the lift to the seventh floor
Check your lipstick and your heart at the door
Bring your prize rose, your dyin' dove
Gravestone eyes and your baby love
Raise your arms now, swing 'em wide
Praise the saints who come inside
Say grace now, say your prayers
Hear them footsteps comin up the stairs
Baby can't you hear your mama call
You never write your number down
When you work this part of town
You can hum if you can't sing
Daddy's gonna buy you a leather, studded ring
Baby can't you hear your mama call
Down a slug of Mad Dog sugar
to numb yourself and ease your mind
and when you whack Jack gigolo
win another ticket to the fire
An old black shawl and a fractured hip
Tear-drenched eyes and trembling lower lip
Broken heart cryin' out for thee
Clenched hands frozen to a rosary
Baby can't you hear your mama call
In an old black shawl
Down a slug of Mad Dog sugar
to numb yourself and ease your mind
and when you whack Jack gigolo
win another ticket to the fire
Ride the lift to the seventh floor
Check your lipstick and your heart at the door
Bring your prize rose, your dyin' dove
Gravestone eyes and your baby love
Gravestone eyes and your baby love.