text: Well Janeys got a doctor who tears apart her insides
  He investigates her and silently baits her sighs
  He probes with his fingers but knows her heart only through his stethoscope
  His hands are cold and his bodys so old
  Janey turns him down like dope
  Janey needs a shooter now
  A shooter like me on her side
  Janey needs a shooter now
  A shooter man who knows her style
  The way that I know her style
  Well Janeys got a priest, from his marble pulpit he smiles
  He provides consolation and he hears her confession at any time
  In the pages of his Bible, he holds from what Janey hides
  And with her doors open wide, she begs, Come inside
  But hes been frozen so long on the outside
  Janey needs a shooter now
  A shooter like me on her side
  Janey needs a shooter now
  A shooter man who knows her style
  The way that I know her style
  Well Janeys got a cop who lives around the block
  And checks on her every night
  And her skin would turn pale as the siren hed wail outside
  When he knew I was inside
  Janeys small and sometimes he scared her
  So I held her real close, she was more saint than a ghost
  And told her I so long had been prepared for her
  Janey needs a shooter now
  A shooter like me on her side
  Janey needs a shooter now
  A shooter man who knows her style
  Janey needs a shooter now
  A shooter like me on her side
  Janey needs a shooter now
  A shooter man who knows her style
  The way that I know her style
  A man who knows her style
  The way that I know her style
  A man who knows her style
  The way that I know her style
  A man who knows her style
  The way that I know her style
  A man who knows her style
  The way that I know her style
  A man who knows her style
  The way that I know her style
  A man who knows her style
  The way that I know her style