Janey Needs a Shooter [Italian translation]

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