The Needle Exchange
The needle exchange
The junk don’t kill no pain
The junk inside wears a mascaraed
The junk relies on a needle striking a vein
The junk denies why you are afraid
The junk will make your mind insane
The junk is a hell with a dancing band and a show parade
The junk is you when I look and you’re estranged
The junk takes you far away
The junk will survive while leaving an empty stage
The junk lets you always pay
The junk supplies and kills all your rage
The junk tears a whole today
The junk is staring at a television set and the sun is a cage
The junk takes your life and for nothing you’ve exchanged
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