1, 2, 3, do it!

The needle cold punches the vein
Rush, tremble pressing the plunger
Push, for the pleasure and pain
Sting and strain you risk everything to feel again

Hell with the hopeless, every clinic in America sees you
Eyes wide shut bitch, everyone ignores you
They all just walk by, you chose your bed so, sleep tight
Just a junkie doomed to die on the side walk, a human with a heart who's lost

But they don't see you

Push it in, find the spot, force the needle in
Tearing, ripping, fucking addiction
Corruption of the people love
Intake drug deaths and homeless heart aches

Sad truth is that most of you will die full of holes!

"If I were the devil, I'd peddle narcotics to whom I could, I'd tranquilize the rest with pills. In other words, if I were the devil, I'd just keep right on doing what he's doing."