In a police car I feel so very small
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I see my lover's face and I watch her teardrops fall
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And I try to figure out where I'd fallen off the track
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I sold my soul to the devil and then I stole it back
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And in the end, you know a dope fiend ain't got no friends
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And a junkie is a junkie to the bitter end
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Hope to die now, cuz you know I'm better off dead
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Hey brother, won't you lend me a helpin' hand?
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I tie myself off, shoot it in my veins
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I feel like Marlon Brando and I've hid another day's pain
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I'm goin' back where it's safe, goin' back to the womb
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I find my mother's comfort, here in a needle and spoon
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Chorus
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And Christmas for a dope fiend ain't no fun
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Waitin' for good times that seem to never come
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Goin' out now, gonna get myself a gun
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Please stop me, don't you know I'm on a run?
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Aren't you tired of the detox and the places in the mind?
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Aren't you tired of the misery, aren't you tired of doin' time?
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And I try to figure out where I'd fallen off the track
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You know I sold my soul to the devil and then I stole it back
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Chorus
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I'm a dope fiend, I'm a liar, a cheat and a thief
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At my funeral, won't you bring me a red rose wreath?
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Dress in black now, show everyone your grief
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Well, I'm gone now, you can all feel relief!
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Dope Fiend Blues
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| Mike Ness |
