Rochelle Rochelle
Rochelle Rochelle
How many pennies in the wishing well
Will your dealer pay a dime
Well, time will tell
You get your way
That we know well, Rochelle Rochelle
All the other good junkies died
You know the ones with talent
And the ones who committed suicide
But you just keep coming back
You do more and more
You suck to steal s'more
They say it's ten to one for you
Bags of what you score
But you refuse to die
When you're high
You just keep coming back
Don't you like it out there
No, you like people out there
For you, addiction is not detention
It's fuel for the fire
The neverending flame from hell
That burns through you
Taking others down
But never you
You just keep coming around
You fly up there
While others die
Then land back here
With your feet on the ground
You keep coming around