Penitentiary - Down for the Count

I see you wasting away outside in the cold

January always brings me to chills

The thrills, and white scattered pills on the floor

I think I’ve had enough of the way that you talk to me That undermining tone you give that breaks me in two every time

Take what is mine and I’ll take from you what you can’t get back

You’re on a roll, my darling, don’t give up Soon they’ll come and take you away

I see you wasting away outside in the street

The only thing that ever kept us close was your ever so elegant smile

And the way that you talk me down

Take what is mine and I’ll take from you what you can’t get back

You’re on a roll, my darling, don’t give up Soon they’ll come and take you away