Shelter From The Spoon

The affliction of the needle

And so suffer now the soul

Takes another comrade

Once there was, now is a hole

The incremented acclimation

Loathe to be alive

Usurp me of a better life

And struggle to survive

Repeat the mantra of

One hundred thousand souls-

I could do anything if I could get clean

You loved me dearly I could see

And I for you it's told

Our love was left like lactose cut

Outside the cotton roll

I'm sorry that I couldn't stop the pain

And impending doom

And how I ran for shelter from

The needle and the spoon

Cuz in the end every junkie

Is just waiting for the man, she said-

I could do anything if I could stay clean

So clean