Cigarettes for Breakfast Lyrics

A dozen stale cookies and a cigarette for breakfast

Everywhere I go I stand accused of being reckless

Locked up in the bathroom with a needle in the night

All because my mama couldn't feel things right

So come on baby maybe let me fold your clothes

Doesn't really matter what I do not know

A bottle of flat liquor just to tide me over

Baby in the belly and a bed of dead clover

Standing on the train tracks with police men screaming

But now I got a pillow and some dinner for the evening

So come on baby maybe let me fold your clothes

Only really matters where the old men roam

Now it is a heroin night

Now it is a heroine night

Now it is a heroin night

Now it is a heroine night

Now it is a heroin night

Now it is a heroine night

Left that old facility with bed bugs and parole

Stepped out on the pavement wearing all my favorite clothes

I need food to feed the two of us

But need to numb the hippocampus

All because Sammy said there's no need to fuss

So come on baby maybe let me fold your clothes

Doesn't really matter of you're young or old

Now it is a heroin night

And how do I herald the light

Now it is a heroine night

And how do I herald the light