Lyrics End of the Weak - Swingin Utters

End of the Weak

Oh my darling Clementine
I’m not well in Tenderloin
I sold my soul to heroine
This no longer need for sleep enhanced
Chance to creep
Villa novas parked down next
To the creek
Where the singles stick to cheek
The beginning
Of the end
Of the weak
Slow
Go slow now when you pass me by
The federales have an eye on me
And generally half the time
I’m doing crime
I’m not celebrating
With this box of wine
It’s more debilitating
With oxycodine
And Clementine
Intertwined
Amongst the land mines
Show
Show how you feel not how you lie
Let this be your lullaby
Tonight do what you can just to get by despite