The Drugs Not Working Ryan Adams

[Verse 1]
I was shooting in the back of the car
When the windows smashed on the police cars
I was swimming through the streets of New York
With my cocaine dagger and throats to cut

[Chorus]
And it was making her cry
And it was making her cry
And it was making her cry
But it was making me high

[Verse 2]
She was a hooker at the age of sixteen
All she wanted was the money, she didn't need an I.D
She was a junkie, and I know it's cliche
But then so was her life, I mean, she lived in L.A

[Chorus]
And it was making her cry
And it was making her cry
And it was making her cry
But it was making her high

[Instrumental Break]