Heroin - The Indelicates

My heroine is on heroin

But not bad heroin, the good heroin

That rockstars take

And that heals the ache

Of the pain she’s in

She’s not dirty;

she’s past thirty

She plays acoustic guitar and the flute

And the harp and the theramin

On heroin

My heroine

And oh, in this dead town

The dead kids hang around

This must be Zion, they promised us Zion…

My heroine is so beautiful

Her cheeks are hollowed out, God, She’s beautiful

She orders jugs of wine

And wastes all her time

At the wishing well

She’s a dreamer

I’m a dreamer

We are not like the others

We’re the best of our brothers

We dreamers, We dreamers

You should see us

And oh, in this dead town

The dead kids hang around

This must be Zion, they promised us Zion…

My heroine believes in something

Because something big must be happening

She carries books

That belie her looks

And the pain she’s in

She sees singers

Who sing protest songs

That she already agrees with

She has afternoon teas with

Them, looks at the world

And the unthinkable wrongs

She sings, damn this dead town

Where the dead kids hang around

Bored to tears with the infinite peace

The chosen one, like everyone

She raises her eyes

Raises her eyes

Raises her eyes and succumbs