A Drug Addicts Lament
KENSINGTON AVE IS WHERE I FIX
A PLACE WHERE LADIES PLY THEIR TRICKS
BUT UNDERSTAND THERE IS A FEE
KENSINGTON AVE IS NEVER FREE
WALKING NOW I’VE GOT THE SHAKES
GET THERE SOON IS ALL IT TAKES
THE CITY HAS ME IN A RUT
EMPTINESS ROLLS AROUND MY GUT
JUDY’S THERE SHE DOESN’T CARE
FAST EDDIE HAS HIS DISTANT STARE
AND THEN THERE’S ME NOT MUCH TO SEE
I WALK WITH LONG LOST DIGNITY
THREE TIMES I QUIT BUT DIDN’T FIT
WITH PEOPLE WHO SURROUNDED ME
BUT WHEN I GOT THAT SPECIAL DRUG,
LIFE TO ME WAS JUST A SHRUG
I’M SWEATING NOW BUT STILL FEEL COLD
A PART OF COMING DOWN I’M TOLD
I’M SLOWING NOW AND FEELING PAIN
BUT SOON I’LL BE ON HAPPY LANE
KENSINGTON CALLS OUT TO ME
JUST LIKE LADY LIBERTY
GETTING RIGHT IS JUST THE KEY
TO LET MY TORTURED MIND BE FREE
AND AS I THIRST TO LIFT THE CURSE
THAT’S ALWAYS BEEN A PART OF ME
RETURN I MUST BECAUSE I LUST
TO PUT THAT DRUG INSIDE OF ME
AND AS IT ENTERS THROUGH THE SKIN
IT BECOMES MY SPECIAL FRIEND
BUT NOW I KNOW IT WON’T BE LONG
BEFORE MY SPECIAL FRIEND IS GONE
KENSINGTON CALLS OUT TO ME
IT DRAWS ME LIKE A FLAME
IT SINGS ITS SWEET SONG OUT TO ME
BUT ALWAYS ENDS THE SAME
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