Chemical Lady

Living in a city named after what some people call angels
Laughing after nothing, my whole life seems so in vain
Dig peaches working in an alley, some say that she's lazy
Smoking whiskey, talking shit and pissing off all my friends

Slow way down
You might as well be free, yeah
Slow way down
Even now, you might as well be free, yeah

Tilley's in the back room, fleecing everybody, she's wasted
Sue sells a quarter of soul for less than half of a dime, yeah
And I'm wondering how it's all tying to the things I've done lately
My chemical lady, she's with me, baby, all the time

Slow way down
You might as well be free, yeah
Slow way down
Even now, you might as well be free, yeah

Slow way