One Shot (Tin Machine)

THe last days were the meanest Leanest days of our lives You threw me the pieces I started the fire One thing led to a dead end One shot put her away hey-hey Look out on a green world Windows and wives No bedroom to run to No miracle jive-no conversation Then nothing meant nothing Ten dollars tore us apart One thing led to a dead end One shot put her away Hot love is the dearest No money can buy She burnt like a spitfire One shot put her away