| Now you’re desperate on the telephone
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| Dealer don’t answer your friends aren’t home
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| All alone you’re fucked up and sick
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| Spent the last few hours making love to sink
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| Same old story — trying to get kicks
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| A fistful of pills with a handful of drinks
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| Waste your life in those flea bag bars
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| Beat the drunk to the punch now brag about the scars
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| See that hottie with the wondrous thigs
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| Well it was just last night she gave you two black eyes
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| Now you’re desperate on the telephone
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| Your dealer don’t answer your friends aren’t home
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| Why you call me when you can’t pay the rent
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| Ripped of in Three Card Monte by a homeless vet
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| You’ll do anything to scratch that itch
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| Playing Russian Roulette while you hustle for tricks
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| Last John slumped across the steering wheel
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| Left a bloody footprint from your Cuban heel
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| Now you’re desperate on the telephone
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| Your dealer don’t answer your friends aren’t home
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| Tried to warn you it would come to this
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| Down on your knees playing big Willie’s bitch
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| All alone now the orgy’s over
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| Sit alone in your cell it’s time to get sober
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| Tried to warn you it would come to this
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| All of your friends are so sick of your shit |