Gotta monkey on his back A craving nobody knows about Hopeless and dopeless, now that he's down and out Sicker than a dog again Suicidal, the smack ran out He found a dealer playing Russian roulette
The cure is worse than the disease He's long past caring if he dies He fills the needle, slams a shot, and then Squeezing the trigger, he closes his eyes, fire
Junkie, what you live for Junkie, you'll gladly die for
A dope-seeking missile Scoring and shooting all through the night Everyone knows that everyone runs outta luck Night yields the sky to the morning Time's up, he knew, so he said Get high or die, and then he was dead
The cure is worse than the disease He's long past caring if he dies He fills the needle, slams a shot, and then Squeezing the trigger, he closes his eyes
Junkie, what you live for Junkie, you'll gladly die for Junkie, it's killing you, it's killing me Can't you see? Junkie, you junkie
Man, I fell asleep [?] They stole my wallet Hey, man, ain't that a line?
Junkie, whoa! Junkie Junkie Junkie
Compositor: David Scott Mustaine (BMI)Editor: Shmily Music (BMI)Administração: Warner-tamerlane Publishing Co (BMI)ECAD verificado obra #37397808 em 06/Abr/2024 com dados da UBEM