End of My Line - Mickey Avalon

Jenny was a junkie living on the streets

Jimmy was a junkyard dog in deep

Jenny got pregnant, couldn’t keep her job

So Jimmy got a gun and called the whole thing off

Good golly, oh miss Molly

Partied so hard she turned retarded

Her daddy strung a noose with a telephone wire but before he jumped lit the

house on fire

Harry’s own life was far from charming

Shaved his head and joined the army

From a small town boy to a killer for hire

Out of the frying pan, into the fire

Little Sarah, midnight terror

Looked eighteen when she wore mascara

Men line up to hold her hand

Found her body stuffed in the garbage can

I’m at the end of my line

A good girl is so hard to find

Looks like I’m back on my ass

'Cause you can’t run from the past

Tony was a tough guy full of might

Tina sat front row at all his fights

Sold him a cape that was fit for a king

Took one too many and he died in the ring

Pretty Peter, joined the theatre

Practiced his lines with his acting teacher

He would do anything just to gain his approval

The way that kid got done was brutal

Maggie was a maid at the Motel 6

Worked three jobs to support her kids

Started taking money out of good folks rooms

'Til she got caught, click, boom

Billy Butler went undercover

Grew out his hair, started acting tougher

Didn’t have a choice when the boys went robbin'

Disguised so good that the police shot him

I’m at the end of my line

A good girl is so hard to find

Looks like I’m back on my ass

'Cause you can’t run from the past

I’m at the end of my line

A good girl is so hard to find

Looks like I’m back on my ass

'Cause you can’t run from the past