Hero for the Weekend

We got a manhunt
This evening in our neighborhood
I ain't what they want
Though sure as hell up to no good
Got helicopters
Got squad cars screaming down the block
Cops and robbers
Ain't so different in the dark

We got nothing to believe in

I'm eleven
Need oxycontin to get by
I'm 37
And so ashamed of getting high
No one can touch me
And my vagina made of glass
But if you talk sweet
I'll let you stick it in my past

We got nothing to believe in
Who's the hero for the weekend?

We know some women
Put on their lipstick every day
Oh, Gardenia (?)
Why don't we ever have our way?
I see a sweet thing
I want to tie him to a chair
And just forget him
And walk away and leave him there

When there's nothing to believe in
Be the hero for the weekend