| Your arm looks like a railroad track, and you ain’t got no friends,
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| tomorrow you say you’ll be all right but the trouble, it never ends.
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| Cocaine and horse and Dilaudid, its a heavy duty concoction, you will shoot
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| anything you can get your hands on.
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| Well you’re livin on a lunatic fringe, on an all-nite shootin' binge,
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| your drunken lifestyle really makes me wanna cringe. |
| Well, you’ll make it with
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| anybody who’ll keep you in the money, to keep that needle livin' in your arm.
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| Slam bang, right down the mainline, slam bang, tickles down your spine,
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| slam bang, you’re killin' yourself now… Cocaine and horse and Dilaudid,
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| its a heavy duty concoction, you will shoot anything you can get your hands on.
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| When you’re kneelin down at the altar, thinkin of holy water, askin god to have
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| mercy on your soul… as youre kneelin down at the altar, your senses start to
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| falter, «help me lord, I’m headed for an overdose»
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| Slam bang, right down the mainline, slam bang, tickles down your spine,
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| slam bang, you’re killin yourself now… Cocaine and horse and Dilaudid,
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| its a heavy duty concoction, you will shoot anything you can get your hands on.
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| (SPOKEN)As youre lyin in the gutter, O.D.'d on peanut butter, mom and dad say «drugs made you their slave"As you lie there in the gutter, these are the last
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| words that youll mutter: I want everybody ta start pissin on my grave. |
| SAY WHAT?
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| I want everybody ta start pissin on my grave.
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| Slam bang, right down the mainline, slam bang, tickles down your spine,
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| slam bang, you’re killin yourself now… Cocaine and horse and Dilaudid,
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| its a heavy duty concoction, you will shoot anything you can get your hands on.
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| You will shoot anything you can get your hands on. |