Rochelle Rochelle

Rochelle Rochelle

How many pennies in the wishing well

Will your dealer pay a dime

Well, time will tell

You get your way

That we know well, Rochelle Rochelle

All the other good junkies died

You know the ones with talent

And the ones who committed suicide

But you just keep coming back

You do more and more

You suck to steal s'more

They say it's ten to one for you

Bags of what you score

But you refuse to die

When you're high

You just keep coming back

Don't you like it out there

No, you like people out there

For you, addiction is not detention

It's fuel for the fire

The neverending flame from hell

That burns through you

Taking others down

But never you

You just keep coming around

You fly up there

While others die

Then land back here

With your feet on the ground

You keep coming around