As I sit on the bathroom floor
Along this vein it becomes so sore
black and blue and purple and green
all I want is a needle in between
the walls of this vein I unplug into
just a fix and I'll be through

A Few hours later I'm back alive
with no money or food I let out a sigh
Such a high I get out of this
even Jesus Christ would die for this

my baby is crying in the back room
hungry, not fed, and carrying the flu
but I don't care as I turn on the fan
I go grab my fix to shoot up agian

One day later as the slum goes silent
not a peep, or a creak, or a fly is so violent
my girlfriend comes in, screams in a cry thats so sore
Our baby is dead, I don't care, shoot up some more

 
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