High in Heels

High in heels, high on pills
Now who in the hell’s gonna pay them bills?
Hands are tired, hands are tied
Now who in the hell will keep you satisfied?
We waited on the job but it took too long
Brother got in trouble, now the money’s all gone
Now Mama’s sick and I sling bottles at the mule
And people still ask me why I didn’t go to school
Now you might say, «How could they live that way?
«If they learned to love a dollar they’d have it their way»
But Daddy’s gone, Mama tried
Everybody’s got their own kind of suicide
High in heels, high on pills
Now who in the hell’s gonna pay them bills?
Hands are tired, hands are tied
Now who in the hell will keep you satisfied?
Now early one morning someone came to our door
They held a tiny book that said Heaven was in store
And if we believed, there could be a way out
It seemed like quite a bit to think about
Now church-going people know more than I do
And we might need Jesus but we also need food
There’s a lot of big people, places I ain’t been
But y’all don’t know about the shape I’m in
High in heels, high on pills
Now who in the hell’s gonna pay them bills?
Hands are tired, hands are tied
Now who in the hell will keep you satisfied?
Daddy’s gone, mama tried
Everybody’s got their own kind of suicide
Do not criticize what you don’t know
And don’t call it hell if you’re too afraid to go
High in heels, high on pills
Now who in the hell’s gonna pay them bills?
Hands are tired, hands are tied
Now who in the hell will keep you satisfied?
High in heels, high on pills
Now who in the hell’s gonna pay them bills?
Hands are tired, hands are tied
Now who in the hell will keep you satisfied?