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
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