Here comes a joe with a bag full of snow
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He'll make you scream inside
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With his wide brim hat and his Cadillac
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He'll take you for a riii-ide, oh baby
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Long ago you'd have sold your mother's soul
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To the man on the street
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But now you sell a night of love, pretty baby
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To the people you meet
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Your old man can't supply the both of you
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You should know damn well
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So the next time that your junk, baby, it runs out
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You broke the night in hell,
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Oh you broke the night in helllll
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Your good nightmare is a junkie's dream
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Your good nightmare is a junkie's (Ooooooooooo) dreammmm
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Oh Ho no (Ooooooooooo)
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And don't you worry little baby (Ooooooooooo)
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Some day you'll see it snow (Ooooooooooo)
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Ohhh Your good nightmare is a junkie's dream
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Your good nightmare Oh
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is a standin' outside in the rain
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Suitcase in her hand
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Wheels gettin' cold and a she's getting old
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And oh God don't you understand
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A junkie has no promise that a he'll get by
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Without pumpin' his veins
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So go sell your soul for a bag full of snow
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And if your lucky you'll die in vain
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And if your lucky you'll die in vain, Lord, Lord
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Oooooh yeahhh oh
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Yeahhhh ohhhhh lorrrrd
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Junkie's Dream
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