Between A Rock And A Hard Place

Between a rock & a hard place

Each time was where you left me to sit and keep my mouth shut

The times you waited for callbacks on the pay phone

Whenever you were out on the chase looking for more heroin

Every street corner had one it seemed, most were broken

End up angry & cursing as you often took it out on me

Not a happy was I when you behaved that way

 

Always I felt I was somewhere between a rock & a hard place

 

Reaching out for a Colt45 wrapped in a brown paper bag

Oh yeah, the way you would call me a wench or a nag

Curse me with other names too, accuse me of being untrue

Kept slapping me around like a dirty old mop on the floor

 

And expect me to look the other way, with a smile upon my face

No one knows the hell you put me through, no, not even you

Denied it in your love letters, the ones you sent me from prison

 

A junkies wife lives in a cell of her own, her own living hell

 

Hard not to follow in your shoes, but I was so stronger than you

A rough way to go, living in such a cold & hostile world

Recall your buddies how they use to snicker & say she is such a b***h

Dancing all the time with a Colt45 in a brown paper bag

 

Putting up with all your manure, I couldn't have been any truer

Lucky for me, I finally broke free, from you and your habit

Addicted to you I was, as you were to her, your sweet heroin

Could never go back to a life like that, it's too destructive

Ended your own life, with a slow suffering death, I, am a survivor