The Needle Exchange

The needle exchange The junk don’t kill no pain The junk inside wears a mascaraed The junk relies on a needle striking a vein The junk denies why you are afraid The junk will make your mind insane The junk is a hell with a dancing band and a show parade The junk is you when I look and you’re estranged The junk takes you far away The junk will survive while leaving an empty stage The junk lets you always pay The junk supplies and kills all your rage The junk tears a whole today The junk is staring at a television set and the sun is a cage The junk takes your life and for nothing you’ve exchanged