Lyrics Slow Drain - Live 1982 - Mink Deville

Ooh, yeah

Little Miss Tragedy is so misunderstood
And she can hear your whisper, sniffin' on drugs that are a hundred yards away
You know, man, if they get you cornered they won't be satisfied, no, she won't
And everything she touches just seems to fly apart
Always spotless hand, nobody to blame
Nobody but yourself of being pushed in again

Into a slow drain (hang you 'til you're dry)
A slow drain

Mr. West Coast dealer say he wants a front for you (hang you 'til you're dry)
And being so experienced and all, he knows just what to do (hang you 'til you're dry)
He says, "You must be tired of the street, my friend, here's a place for you to rest (hang you 'til you're dry)
But the price is never mentioned util he gets your best"

Always spotless hand and nobody to blame
Nobody but yourself of being pulled in again
Into a slow drain (hang you 'til you're dry)
Inside a slow drain

So you're new in town, you wanna meet some friends (hang you 'til you're dry)
They're all fresh hookers warming or pressing you in a doing thing (hang you 'til you're dry)
And if they get you cornered, they'd be coming 'round again and that's for shure
And everything they touch just seems to waste away

Always spotless hand, nobody to blame
Nobody but yourself of being pushed in again
Into a slow drain (hang you 'til you're dry)
Inside a slow drain

Slow drain (hang you 'til you're dry)
Inside a slow drain (hang you 'til you're dry)
Inside a slow drain
Inside

Slow drain (hang you 'til you're dry)
Inside a slow drain (hang you 'til you're dry)
Inside a slow, slow drain (hang you 'til you're dry)
Inside

Slow drain (hang you 'til you're dry)
Inside a slow, slow drain (hang you 'til you're dry)
Inside a slow, slow drain (hang you 'til you're dry)
Inside

Oh, thank you so much