Jimmy Rose owns a tattoo parlor   Three times a day    Cooks a spoon of powder   I wash the dishes piled in his tub   If I wait too long he may never stand up   Up      He lies awake on an empty canvas   And tilts his brush   Watching brilliance drip circles on the floor   And I lay his shirt on the bed   I fall inside picture frames   Breathing in his oil paints   He doesn't see me   He wanders in   His mouth looks thin   Like a child who stands there shaking   I can feel his anger choke me      Jimmy Rose works from twelve to five   To pay off the doctor that he prescribes   There's kerosene in the wishing well   And I throw a penny still holding on to his hand   And I watch him drift, close his eyes   I fall inside picture frames   Breathing in his oil paints   He doesn't see me   He wanders in   His mouth looks thin   Like a child who stands there shaking   I can feel his anger choke me      Under the gun   Under my clothes   He's feeding me   I'll never know   I'll never know   I'll never know   He wanders in   His mouth looks thin   Like a child who stands there shaking   I can feel his anger choke me