Lyrics

Vicki

Vicki was a bad girl, she was the wrong kind of crowd
Her father and her brothers and her sisters were all crazy
Her Mom was nowhere around
A very young girl of very easy virtue
A wild little tart who never had a curfew
It was a small town and Vicki got around and around and around

I saw Vicki late last year
She burst into the bar all covered in tears
Dried her eyes and conjured up a smile
And though we hadn't socialized in more than a while
Suddenly poured out her heart to me
And something in her eyes still haunts me

Poor Vicki, poor little Vicki
Vicki's got a ghost in her eyes...
Poor Vicki, poor little Vicki
She left home and ran into the Boogie Man
Where bad things go bump in the big city nights

I remember Vicki loose as a rug on the floor
Cigarettes, kinky sex, boozin’ with the grownups
Was what she lived for
Always runnin' 'round with guys a whole lot older
I doubt that she believed the lies they probably told her
If it was a good time, Vicki got in line and she didn't seem to mind

But I saw Vicki late last year
A shadow of herself all smothered in fear
Told me that she spent some time in jail
Her marriage and her Motherhood were doomed to fail
A victim of police brutality
And something in her eyes said why me...

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Vicki's all alone now
Talks to the flys on the wall
Her Father and her brothers and her sisters come to see her
She doesn't recognize them at all
It's a bright white place with nurses speaking softly
She stares into space and curses over coffee
It was a rough ride somewhere along the line
Little Vicki lost her mind
But I still picture Vicki when she was twelve and I was ten.

I'm sorry there's no moral to this song
It's just the story of a girl who's life went wrong
And even if one day she finds some peace
All my life her eyes will haunt me

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