The Junkie's Prayer

歌詞

THE JUNKIE'S PRAYER (Written by Lew DeWitt) That bed that I lay on is narrow and cold This sickness inside me tears at my soul. And the devil awaits me, he calls me his son For he knows I'm cornered and too weak to run. For I soon must return to my gutter of thrills Where joy is the needle or a bottle of pills Where a man welcomes misery like an old friend from home That he uses and abuses till the misery is gone. My mind's filled with torture my body's in pain But the needle is warm as it sinks in my vein Just a matter of seconds then my mind will be free From the coldness and darkness that dominate me. But the freedom is short lived and then I'm alone I must find the pusher but my money's all gone Then the cycle of horror starts over once more Oh God let me suffer this misery no more...