Your arm looks like a railroad track, and you ain't got no friends, 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 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, your drunken lifestyle really makes me wanna cringe. Well, you'll make it with 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, slam bang, you're killin' yourself now...Cocaine and horse and Dilaudid, 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 mercy on your soul...as youre kneelin down at the altar, your senses start to 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, slam bang, you're killin yourself now...Cocaine and horse and Dilaudid, 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 words that youll mutter: I want everybody ta start pissin on my grave. SAY WHAT? 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, slam bang, you're killin yourself now...Cocaine and horse and Dilaudid, its a heavy duty concoction, you will shoot anything you can get your hands on. You will shoot anything you can get your hands on.
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