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