Girls in the Backroom Songtext

Ike Reilly

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Girls in the Backroom Songtext
I hear your father, hes a rich man
And that his father was a rich one, too.
And that your real mother waited tables
With cruel eyes and beautiful hands.
And no one would ever doubt it,
'cause no one looks richer than you
As your droppin' your brother at the front door
That led into the backroom.

I hear the girls in the backroom
Will just about finish you off.
Yeah, they'll tempt you and distract you
Say things like, "Baby, turn your head and cough."
And the promise of a happy ending
Is right in the palm of their hands.
They all seem to get off sending
A message like, "Good luck leaving town,
You couldn't get out if you wanted to anyhow."

I hear your brother, he's a loaded pistol,
Some kind of former ranger, he's got a disability check
From his VA stuck in the chamber.
Still the roadside bombs are bursting,
And forever he'll be thirsty,
Said the Gulf was fuckin' murky
But he had to drink it anyway.

I saw him blowin' the old marine band
With a sharp royal Purple Heart
Purple Heart rattling in his bedpan.

You know, he kills a lot of time
In the parking lots of the shops
That are kinda over near the college bars
Lookin' at all the mothers dressed like daughters
Doin' the laundry of their daughters who are all dressed like stars.
But no one really ever looks him in the eyes
When they pass him by they all got their heads bowed down.
I guess that they heard for a while
He was stealin' ladies lingerie,
wearin' that shit all over town.

I hear the girls in the backroom
The questions were shakin' him down.
They were still angry about the vacuum
That he had smashed when he came back to town.
And the promises of happy endings
For tonight I'm sure are through
As the girls were
down on their hands and their knees in the glass,
Pickin up springs and screws,
Ohh, pickin' up springs and screws.

Ahh but girl I love you madly,
Sure does that money from your daddy,
But I don't give a fuck for your family,
But for you I would do life.
But me and your brother, we've been cool
Since before he left for jump school.
But now that people know I'm with you
They treat me like some crazy fucker too.
Good luck, leavin' town,
They say you couldn't get out if you wanted to anyhow.

I hear the girls in the backroom,
Yeah, they're talkin' about me in code,
They're all treating me wicked, love's like a time bomb,
Getting ready to explode.
And people always ask me questions
About your brother, and what he's seen,
Where he's been and where I think he's goin' to
I just say
I last saw him fleeing the scene
behind the wheel of a skin-graft limousine.

I hear the girls in the backroom,
They'll just about finish you off
I hear the girls in the backroom,
They're talking about me in code.
I hear the girls in the backroom,
They'll just about finish you off
I hear the girls in the backroom...
[laughs]