Annotated lyrics for The Hold Steady song 'Stevie Nix' - You came into the party with a long black shawl / And the guys from the front lawn were making jokes about the white swan / Some nights we just need to get touched and rub up against something plush / Some nights it's just a crush / Yeah, and some nights it's bloodlust / She said we might use you later on / Meet me right back here around dawn / You came into the ER drinking gin from a jam jar / And the nurse is making jokes about the ER being like an after bar / You know you're weak and effete and I'm coming up from the streets / You're up in your loft getting soft / And I'm coming up the stairs and I'm coming from the streets / She said I love the guys you can't trust / Meet me here about dusk / I was half dead / Then I got born again / I got lost in all the lights / But it was okay in the end / And when we hit the twin cities / I didn't know that much about it / I knew Mary Tyler Moore / And I knew Profane Existence / I was keyed up / Our keys jangled in the stalls / They counted money in the motels / They mostly sold it in the malls / And the carpet at the Thunderbird / Has a burn for every cowboy that got fenced in / She said you remind me of Rod Stewart when he was young / You've got passion and you think that you're sexy / And all the punks think that you're dumb / The guys around the lockers got a story about the stomach pump / And the guys behind the theater / Found a body in the garbage dump / She got screwed up by religion / She got screwed by soccer players / She got high for the first time at the camps down by the banks of the Mississippi River / Lord, to be seventeen forever / And she got confused about the truth / And she came to in a confession / She got high for the last time in the camps down by the banks of the river / Lord, to be thirty-three forever / And she got screwed up by her vision / It was scary when she saw him / She didn't tell a single person about the camps on the banks of the Mississippi River / Lord, to be seventeen forever / She got strung out on the scene / And she got scared when it got druggy / The way the whispers bit like fangs in the last hour of the party / Lord, to be thirty-three forever