She draws the costume correct in thick, black and red
eyeliner.
She's too young for the club but the guys at the door
don't mind her.
The boys are all lining up for their chance to wine
and dine her.
She thinks she's working the scene but she's caught up
in a web full of spiders (and all the drinks they buy
her)

She don't like cocaine, baby just likes how it smells
says maybe you can drive me home if you want.

Then you wake up beside her saying "baby I think
you should leave..."
- She had a really rough night, she got too high, now
she can't breathe
and if the ambulance comes you know they're gonna
bring the police,
so you wrap her up tight, put her to sleep beneath a
willow tree
and your hands are clean...

She don't like cocaine, baby just likes how it smells

says maybe you can drive me home if you want.

So go out and have your fun tonight,
you might as well go out and raise your glass to life.

Go out and have your fun tonight,
you might as well go out and raise your drinks to
life, 'cause we're all going to Hell...

And so now we can see how easily we become hopelessly
tangled up in the very webs we've spun.
So give me one last line and I promise you I'm done -

This is the story of how one night can weigh a ton.