There was a time when you lost your mind
now you’ve nothing to lose
in the end you replaced your friends
with drugs and booze
Now you sit and wonder why you spend your life alone
Could it be the fact that half the time you’re pissed and half the time you’re stoned?
Lucinda is this the life you chose?
Now you’re slumming it with those you slate
down at the shelter
you fit in, you tell yourself
you’re the victim
They’re dreaming of a family or a maisonette someday
what ever would they think were they to know that you had thrown it all away?
Lucinda, the truth will out someday
I have a friend who saw you recently
on the arm of some brute
Gotta say it, woman you move move fast
and in dangerous circles
I read about a lion who was lying with a lamb
Try to tell me that it’s true and I will ask you who the fuck you think I am
Lucinda, just who do you think I am?
