Julia (& Other Drugs) (feat. Kiersten Gerard)

Her friends all gathered in her record store

Because the music was her life

And a life of culture ain't no bore

Veins front and back collapsed and tracked like a metaphor

For the culture's weight on health, her wealth, and

Some things the right abhor

She said

"The music made me do it, sir"

As her head slammed upon the hood of

A 4-Door Crown-Vic-model Ford

The blinding dash-lights and the bright whites were all a blur

Miranda rights, a fleeting fight, and

A knock-out punch from a stiff lipped officer

Julia

She never bargained for this

Kind of love

And other drugs that left her

All but numb

Her heart was pounding like a worn out drum

The music tells us

The music knows

The music deifies your

Cigarettes and blow

The music pressures

The pliant mind

And all our rockstars

Know the aftermath and the afterlife in time

Julia

You never bargained for this

Kind of love

Our culture sold you and it

Struck you dumb

Gives you pins and needles 'till you succumb

Hallelujah

The illicit Vatican has found it's dove

The message soars and we can't rise above it

Now Julia sits in prison just dreaming of it