27th of June...Port Jefferson Station...1986...
The junkie was born on this day
he lived his life hard, his own way
finding security in what they call dope
Lost everything, no more hope
21 years old and hates it all
One of these days the young will fall
Nothing left to do but dope up the day
Wishing for something new, but is stuck in old ways
Prisoner of H and all her power
Its sad that she controls me, she's just a powder
Use the needle like a hose as I shoot up my dose
Perhaps one day it will end in an overdose
This life is wicked and it has no good ends
I had to go hit someone upside the head
Just to cop dope, I stole their money
Don't give a fuck, their nothing and I find it funny.
Dope withers you away into a state of poverty
Got nothing, need nothing, just the insanity
Just shut up and hand me my fucking bundle
As long as I have this nothing can crumble
But the sickness lies and my world, it falls
Now here I am, sick, clawing at the walls
Forehead sweating, body trembling
Gimme my needle before I start screaming!
Fix me! Fix me! Spike my vein.
Hurry up and do it! End my pain.
Falling to the floor as the heroin peaks
Fading into death as her poison speaks.

 
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