[ Featuring The Brown Bag Boys ]
There's greasy pans on the stove in the kitchen
Clothes in the corner, her eye's always itching
From the dust
Bedroom's a mess and the wallpaper's peeling
Raindrops are dripping through cracks in the ceiling
It's red with rust
But Sheena doesn't mind
Cause she cleans up quite alright
When she's high
She's alright
She left her keys at her boyfriend's apartment
He's kind of sleazy but equally charming
He's no good
He's at a club while she's playing her rock show
He's making love with a girl that they both know from home
He thinks he's in Hollywood
But Sheena doesn't mind
She could leave him any time
But she's high
So she's fine
There's pins and needles in her arms
And she's terrified by the thought of going home
She woke up late again with twisted bowels
And her feet are always cold
Sheena doesn't mind
Sheena doesn't mind
Sheena doesn't mind
Cause she cleans up quite alright
When she's high
She's alright
She's alright
