Addict

The needle's rust'y He don't care Hasn't eaten for day's Not even combed his hair It's difficult now To mix up his smack His hand's tend to shake There's a pain Up his back But soon he'll be fine When he's just had this line When he's just had this hit He will get the fire lit But his arm's are no good Got to chop up some wood So he'll stick it in his leg How many brain cells Just died in his head The fire's lit and he's feeling great Got to go, Got a meet Need to get some more gear Will he be here To need it next year