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Gotta monkey on his back

A craving nobody knows about

Hopeless and dopeless, now that he's down and out

Sicker than a dog again

Suicidal, the smack ran out

He found a dealer playing Russian Roulette

The cure is worse than the disease

He's long past caring if he dies

He fills the needle, slams a shot, and then

Squeezing the trigger, he closes his eyes... Fire!

Junkie, what you live for, junkie, you'll gladly die for

A dope seeking missile

Scoring and shooting all though the night

Everyone knows that everyone runs "outta-luck"

Night yields the sky to the morning

Time's up, he knew, so he said

"Get high or die!" and then he was dead

Junkie, what you live for, junkie, you'll gladly die for Junkie, it's killing you, it's killing me, can't you see Junkie.