I’ve got pins and I’ve got needles
My stereo is blasting the Beatles
Cigarettes and beer for breakfast in the morning
She’s gone and left without explanation
If she comes back now it’ll save the situation
Got no sense for drinking whiskey in the morning

Looking for love on the rocks
I need a whole lot of shots
To drown this lonely sorrow
If she don’t come back to me tomorrow

She’s got silver and I’ve got a dollar
My paranoia’s getting hotter
Something’s bound to break this silence in the morning
I call my friends, I call my neighbors
Pull in my markers and all my favors
I’d open my eyes if I weren’t so high in the morning

Looking for love…etc.

Angels to the left of me
A devil standing over me
Cold turkey’s not the funnest way to die

I’ve got pins and I’ve got needles
My stereo is blasting the Beatles
Cigarettes and beer for breakfast in the morning
Looking for love…etc.