Her life is getting scary; her world is falling apart.
Go down to the apothecary to fix her broken heart.
Her eyes have begun sinking; they show her withered soul.
No sleep; no food; no drinking. One fix will make her whole.
I.V. Marie gotta get her back among the living
I.V. Marie, when you do that smack do you see oblivion?
Alone; unloved; uncaring. Immune to all advice.
Whole days just sitting; staring among the rats and lice.
I.V. Marie gotta get her back among the living
I.V. Marie, when you do that smack do you see oblivion?
When her world is dissipating;
when her tracks have begun fading,
Only then that she can feel the pain
within her wasted veins.