Dope Fiend Blues

In a police car I feel so very small
 I see my lovers face and I watch her teardrops fall
 And I try to figure out where I'd fallen off the track
 I sold my soul to the devil and then I stole it back
 And in the end, you know a dope fiend ain't got no friends
 And a junkie is a junkie to the bitter end
 Hope to die now 'cause you know I'm better off dead
 Hey brother, won't yopu lend me a helping hand?
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 I tie myself off, shoot it in my veins
 I feel like Marlon Brando and I've hid another day's pain
 I'm goin' back where it's safe, I'm goin' back to the womb
 I find my mother's comfort, here in a needle and spoon
 And Christmas for a dope fiend ain't no fun
 Waitin' for good times that seem to never come
 Goin' out now, gonna get myself a gun
 Please stop me, don't you know I'm on the run?
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 Aren't you tired of the detox and the places in the mind?
 Aren't you tired of the misery, aren't you tired of doing time?
 And I try to figure out where I'd fallen off the track
 You know I sold my soul to the devil and then I stole it back
 I'm a dope fiend, I'm a liar, a cheat and a thief
 At my funeral, won't you bring me a red rose wreath?
 Dress in black now, show everyone your grief
 Well, I'm gone now, you can all feel relief