Destroyed

Destroyed
 He's got plenty of drugs
 But he can't find his guitar
 Winds up drowning in puke
 With a needle in his arm
 This is plea for drugs
 This is a plea for booze
 This is a plea for junk
 Anything that I can use
 I'll shoot junk in my eye
 I can't die
 Whoops, I'm already dead
 Maggots are writhing inside of my head
 This is plea for drugs
 This is a plea for booze
 Desperate for anything
 Anything that I can use
 A plea for drugs from me to you
 There is nothing you can do
 I'm gonna die
 See me falling, see me sprawling
 See me going through your purse
 See me crying, see me dying
 See me roll off in a hearse, hey
 This is a plea for drugs
 This is an appeal from me to you
 There is nothing you can do
 I'm gonna die, I'm gonna die
 I'm pathetic, yet magnetic
 That is until the drugs are gone
 Then I am a total dick
 Until I get a good buzz on
 Don't want to fucking shoot myself
 That would make a mess
 I really should O.D. on junk
 I think that would be best
 This is plea for drugs
 This is a plea for booze
 This is a plea anything
 Anything that I can use
 A plea for drugs
 An appeal from me to you
 There is nothing you can do
 I'm gonna die, I'm gonna die