Find Your Mind

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