Intro: Well Janey’s got a doctor who tears apart her insides He investigates her and silently baits her sighs He probes with his fingers but knows her heart only through his stethoscope His hands are cold and his body’s so old Janey turns him down like dope Janey needs a shooter now A shooter like me on her side Janey needs a shooter now A shooter man who knows her style The way that I know her style Well Janey’s got a priest from his marble pulpit he smiles He provides consolation and he hears her confession at anytime In the pages of his Bible he holds from what Janey hides And with her doors open wide she begs "come inside" But he’s been frozen so long on the outside Janey needs a shooter now A shooter like me on her side Janey needs a shooter now A shooter man who knows her style The way that I know her style Well Janey’s got a cop who lives round the block And checks on her every night And her skin turned pale as the siren he’d wail outside When he knew I was inside Janey’s small and sometimes he scared her So I held her real close she was more saint than a ghost And told her I so long had been prepared for her Janey needs a shooter now A shooter like me on her side Janey needs a shooter now A shooter man who knows her style The way that I know her style Janey needs a shooter now A shooter like me on her side Janey needs a shooter now A shooter man who knows her style The way that I know her style Oh the way that I know her style A man who knows her style The way that I know her style A man who knows her style The way that I know her style A man who knows her style The way that I know her style A man who knows her style The way that I know her style A man who knows her style The way I know your style A man who knows your style The way that I know your style Outro