I gotta wicked tongue that's like a storm in rage

And my heart's always said I had balls bigger than my brains, my brains

I had a lot of dreams walking down these streets

But ambition never said I had shoes bigger than my feet, my feet.

Angel wings, romantic swings

Coffee cups and ok magazines

But baby, I need more.

Doctor, gimme some blood

I'm all out of love

You gotta help me out

Sister, give me some medicine

I've been a gentleman

Gotta help me out.

So I'm dealing all my business up on primrose hill

Money is my weapon and my bullets are dressing to kill, yeah I kill 'em babe

Been cutting all my profits on the tabletop

Turning on the tap but the water never stops flowing, where the hell am I going?

Silhouettes, tv sets

Looking like a young, starved suffragette

But baby, I need more.

Doctor, gimme some blood

I'm all out of love

You gotta help me out

Sister, give me some medicine

I've been a gentleman

Gotta help me out.

My bloody knuckles are swinging in my self defense (in my self defense)

Life sometimes is a big joke and I laugh at my expense (laugh at my expense)

You can write it on a napkin in a cocktail bar

I can walk you back to heaven but it's just too far

Here it comes, the rain and sun

The what I was and what I have become, yeah...

Doctor, gimme some blood

I'm all out of love

You gotta help me out (you know I'm not alright)

Sister, give me some medicine

I've been a gentleman

Gotta help me out (gimme, gimme, baby, baby)

You gotta help me (everyone needs time)

Help me (but I ain't got enough to give it)

You gotta help me out (you gotta help me out)

You gotta help me (everyone needs time)

Help me (but I ain't got enough to give it)

You gotta help me out (you gotta help me out)

You gotta help me

Help me

You gotta help me out

You gotta help me

Help me

You gotta help me out.