Janey Needs a Shooter Bruce Springsteen

[Verse 1]
Well, Janey's got a doctor who tears apart her insides
He investigates her and silently baits her sighs
He probes with his fingers
But knows her heart only through his stethoscope
His hands are cold and his body's so old
Janey turns him down like dope

[Chorus]
Janey needs a shooter now, a shooter like me on her side
Janey needs a shooter now
A shooter man who knows her style
The way that I know her style

[Verse 2]
Well Janey's got a priest, from his marble pulpit he smiles
He provides consolation and he hears her confession at any time
In the pages of his Bible, he holds from what Janey hides
And with her doors open wide, she begs, "Come inside"
But he's been frozen so long on the outside

[Chorus]
Janey needs a shooter now, a shooter like me on her side
Janey needs a shooter now
A shooter man who knows her style
The way that I know her style