jesse and i were not looking so pretty
we hadn't been well in awhile
we ran out of cash and they ran out of pity
our demeanor lacked what you'd call style
alone in my room with a 100 watt lightbulb
and books i can't find time to read
i'm scrapin' bags double-boilin' cottons
i'm lookin' around for my rig
well it's dull and it's bent
and you can't read the numbers
but nevertheless it's my friend
with my belt between teeth
i'm ready to be friendly once again
yeah, yeah
(aaaaa part)
niki, oh niki, so young and so pretty
your dad doesn't know what you are
instead of a habit you should have a hobby
like barbie or bugglegum cards
well what good are the make-up
and what good are makers
if nothing can make you feel good
jesse go, jesse run
please make quick to the bad neighborhoods
i'll wait for you