Janey Needs a Shooter Songtext
von Bruce Springsteen

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 any time
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 would turn 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

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
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 that I know her style
A man who knows her style
The way that I know her style