The suburban half-life she loathed from the shadows
She didn't know which way to turn until the carnival of freaks passed
her by
And whisked her away to where diamonds are halos

Every little bit helps. Believe me.
Every little bit helps. Believe me.
Every little bit helps. Please help me.
Relieve me.

The men in bars and girls in cars made promises to satisfy
The uncontrollable urge to relieve the frustration
The ugly snag of transient life is that all towns are one in the same
It all depends which end of the dog she is facing

She's piling laundrey on top of the man she impaled with a decorative
spear
If he was turned face up we could gauge his repose
As the engine turns over she waits for the carnival of freaks to come by

And whisk her away to where diamonds are halos