If she wants to dance and drink all night,
Well there's no one that can stop her
She's going until the house lights come up,
Or her stomach spills onto the floor
This night is going to end,
When we're damn well ready for it to be over
Worked all week long now,
The music is playing on our time
Yeah we do what we do to get by,
And then we need a release

You get mixed up with the wrong guys,
You get messed up on the wrong drugs
Sometimes the party takes you places that you didn't really plan on going,
When people see the track marks on her arms
She knows what they're thinking,
She keeps on working for that minimum
As if a high school education gave you any other options
They don't know nothing about redemption,
They don't know nothing about recovery
Some people just aren't,
The type for marriage and family

No mother ever dreams that her daughters going to grow up to be a junkie,
No mother ever dreams that her daughters going to grow up to sleep alone

[X2]

She's out of step with the style,
She don't know where the actions happening
You know the downtown club scene ain't nothing like it used to be,
You reach a point where there's not a lie in the world
That you could use to make the boys believe your still in you twenties,
Well they just keep gettin younger don't they baby?
She's not waiting for them to come over and ask for the privilege,
She can still here that Rebel Yell just as loud as it was in 1983
There ain't no Johnny coming home to share a bed with her,
And she doesn't care

No mother ever dreams that her daughters going to grow up to be a junkie
No mother ever dreams that her daughters going to grow up to sleep alone

[X3]

If she had to live it all over again you know she wouldn't change,
Anything for the world