If she wants to dance and drink all night Well, there's no one that can stop her She's going till the house lights come up or her stomach spills onto the floor This night is gonna end when we're damn well ready for it to be over Worked all week long, now the music is playing on our time Yeah, we do what we do to get by, and then we need a release
You get mixed up with the wrong guys You get messed up on the wrong drugs Sometimes the party takes you places that you didn't really plan on going When people see the track marks on her arm, she knows what they're thinking She keeps on working for that minimum As if a high school education gave you any other options, you know
They don't know nothing about redemption They don't know nothing about recovery Some people just aren't the type for marriage and family
No mother ever dreams that her daughter's gonna grow up to be a junkie No mother ever dreams that her daughter's gonna grow up to sleep alone No mother ever dreams that her daughter's gonna grow up to be a junkie No mother ever dreams that her daughter's gonna grow up to sleep alone
She's out of step with the style She don't know where the action's happening You know the downtown club scene ain't nothing like it used to be You reach a point where there's not a lie in the world That you could use to make the boys believe you're still in your twenties But they keep getting younger, don't they, baby?
She's not waiting for someone to come over and ask for the privilege She can still here that rebel yell just as loud as it was in 1983, you know There ain't no Johnny coming home to share a bed with her, and she doesn't care
No mother ever dreams that her daughter's gonna grow up to be a junkie No mother ever dreams that her daughter's gonna grow up to sleep alone No mother ever dreams that her daughter's gonna grow up to be a junkie No mother ever dreams that her daughter's gonna grow up to sleep alone No mother ever dreams that her daughter's gonna grow up to be a junkie And if she had to live it all over again, you know she wouldn't change anything for the world
Writer/s: THOMAS JAMES GABEL
Publisher: Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
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Maggie from Houston, TxThis song has always had a very deep meaning to me, and I felt it was very obvious. It's about how women are told to be a certain way by society: women are raised to be mothers and wives. Here you have a woman who has lived an unconventional life. No woman is really actually able to reach the stereotypical norm that we are placed into by society--although these norms have been set hundreds of years ago in society. The women who live these unconventional lives, for example, Courtney Love, Amy Winehouse, Lindsay Lohan. They are not perfect by any stretch of the mind. Are they living their lives incorrectly? Or maybe there is a bigger problem with society in that we feel that they should be thrown away? The chorus sings, "No mother ever dreams that her daughter's going to grow up to be a junkie." Which is recalling that ideal woman: a mother expects her daughter to be a perfect wife, a perfect mother, a beautiful woman. Again is it society's fault that they are creating a mold for a woman that she might not be able to reach within a certain time frame? Does society give up too easily on these women when they make a fall from grace? And what about their behavior is "bad?"
Finally the song speaks about the later part of the woman's life: "There ain't no John coming over to share a bed with her and she doesn't care." Everyone has abandoned her in her life, she has become so lonely that her only source of human contact is the men who pay for sex with her. And now she has even grown too old for men to do that.
The line, "Some people just aren't the type for marriage and family" is something I reflect upon myself a lot when I listen to this song.... Mostly because I wonder about it myself. You wonder if this is a decision that she made herself, or that society decided for her as a castaway.
"It's the End of the World As We Know It (And I Feel Fine)" was inspired by a dream where Michael Stipe conjured up images of people with the initials L.B.: Lester Bangs, Leonid Breshnev, Lenny Bruce and Leonard Bernstein.