Junkie

The tablet feels heavy, as I carry it about My skin elastic with nothing but plastic I slowly see my hair as a device for me to skirt The needle screams at me to be desert Ah the magic of substance flowing in my veins The rush of the electric current that harbors me insane I want this madness every day I chase, I run, all for the fix,part of my fun is seeing the car do the twist Baby I love you and will never let you down You are my soul,my provider,everything in life The life of a junkie is always be loyal to your wife