The Dope Man
The dope man drives a car
9 miles long and 3 miles wide
Those are someone's daughters
who will have to pay for this ride
There is gold upon his fingers
rings jingle-jangle from his nose
People look up, then look down
pretend not to signal him as he goes
A breath, a sigh - a lust gone wild
Junkies who buy his poison
are some desperate mother's child
Fingers dig and fingers search...
fingers spell out a prayer...
Let that money for the dope man
be safe in a pocket somewhere
Rigs are primed and rigs are filled
Blood tells its story straight
Tourniquets and flexing veins...
mad moans as the bodies wait
The dope man drives a hard bargain...
He wants the strings to your soul
He sells dreams - he sells visions
that take a terrible toll
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