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
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