You fight the urge inside you
until you can't fight it any more
next thing your standing on the corner
looking for the man to score
not wanting to be where you are
you've no other place to go
some times life takes it toll
it's hard to go with the flow
You said you'd never do this again
even promised The Lord
but now the deeds been done
you saw the man and finally scored
make your way to the shooting gallery
take out your needle and your spoon
sit in the corner near the window
getting off by the light of the moon
The rush feels so incredible
your ears start to ring
you're body starts to tingle
can't catch your breathe or see a thing
it's as if you've been super charged
but the rush don't last long at all
the coke burns out and the smack kicks in
your nodding against the dirty wall
You fought the urge inside you
until you couldn't fight it any more
next thing your standing on the corner
looking for the man to score
you stay out for three days that night
you spend a lot of money
come morning you're loaded with guilt
and nothing seems very funny...