Junkie Lyrics

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 though 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

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.