all her cash running
out of green glass
pocketful of money

going down, down, down
wagon's full of honey
and she's gonna get some

everybody knows the
fun is for the brave ones
every night she leaves

with someone
dirty man playing with
his kickstand yeah

we can see he's nothing
but she wants him
cause she's empty

and he's got a pretty face
and big hands to play with


you've got to find your mind
you've got to find your mind


He said to get down
on her knees
he's gotta get what he needs

she's got a frayed
mess of a dress
the kind that is about

wearing you out
she comes from people
with ready minds

cigarette child of
the times
her body is

more than her years
she hears a lunatic in her ears
funny how it always is

when your mind
is in the way of his
in what he wants

he will succeed
without a fight
she will concede

and we know she
can't fix her soul
by filling up

empty holes

you've got to find your mind

you've got to find your mind

i'm the girl

with no innocence
i'm your friendly
neighborhood psychopath

i'm the fear that
makes you try anything
i'm the one you don't

know you're running from
i'm the cold reminder
of defeat

i'll be there the next time
you get in heat
i'll be there when you

wake up next week
i'll be there when you
freak the next freak


you've got to find your mind
you've got to find your mind