What's the use of screaming my name 
I got nothing to it so, don't mean a thing 
I got tears that grow from the ground 
They sprout a smile and skip the town 

I'll play the martyr, you'll be the slave 
I'll be the lover, you'll be the laid 
You'll get the money, I'll fit the bill 
You smoke to the sunrise, hunny 
I'll take the pills 

What's the price of the mascara worn down your face 
When you left that pretty little place called home 
We been on since the TV was 
What's the use when the getting's tough 
I've been to places where the getting grows backbones 

Silly girl can't make some sense 
With those dirty little dollars hanging from your pants 
Want a way to get it back, the love you lost when you hit the track 
You can't have it 
Cause the train hit 
Now it's dead let's just admit it 

'll play the martyr, you'll be the slave 
I'll be the lover, you'll be the laid 
You'll get the money, I'll fit the bill 
You smoke to the sunrise, hunny 
I'll take the pills