Gomer has left Hosea to re-experience the gaiety of her old life but finds that it is not as exciting and fun as it once was. The brash young girl is a little older now and has a more broad experience of life. The life to which she has returned has proven to be a trap from which she cannot escape. To dull the pain of daily multiple sexual episodes she now depends upon drugs and alcohol, which her pimp provides at costs which keep her in a status of servitude. She can never earn enough to be free of her ‘main man’ by her own efforts. This song is sung in the more bluesy Janice Joplin style.
Sittin’ on this mattress, wonderin’ who’ll come in next. Yeah I’m sittin’ on this mattress baby, wonderin’ who’s gonna come in next. One john just looks like another one now, maybe this one will be quick, that’s the best.
This isn’t how I thought it would be, I remembered music, and good times. This just isn’t how I thought it would be, nah nah nah nah, I remembered music and good times. Now the only way I can do this, is with cocaine, and with junk, and with red wine.
And now I never, never never planned on this, this was not the way it’s supposed to be. No there ain’t nobody got any time for this, I’m in hell and I don’t know how to be free. But Hosea wouldn’t want to touch me now, so it’s my main man I got to please.
Did I say man? Men would be more like it now for me. This has nothin’ to do with love, I’m nothin’ but a bag of guts that they use for a moment, then they’re tired of me. I’m thinking only death, only death will ever be able to set me free.
And now I never, never never planned on this, this was not the way it’s supposed to be. No there ain’t nobody got any time for this, I’m in hell and I don’t know how to be free. But Hosea wouldn’t want to touch me now, so it’s my main man I have to please.
Here I sit on this mattress, I hear someone at the door. Thank God it’s just a young kid, he’ll be quick and I’ll see him no more. I don’t believe how I used to think that this was good, even once was free, but I left it to be a whore. I don’t know about third or fourth chances, but I don’t want to serve this master anymore.