...And you cant help me, not you guys Or all you sweet girls with all your sweet talk You can all go take a walk And I guess I just dont know And I guess that I just dont know I wish that I was born a thousand years ago I wish that Id sailed the darkened seas On a great big clipper ship Going from this land here to that Ah, in a sailors suit and cap Away from the big city Where a man cannot be free Of all the evils of this town And of himself and those around Oh, and I guess that I just dont know Oh, and I guess that I just dont know Heroin, be the death of me Heroin, its my wife and its my life, ha-ha Because a mainer to my vein Leads to a center in my head And then Im better off than dead Because when the smack begins to flow I really dont care anymore About all the Jim-Jims in this town And all the politicians making crazy sounds And everybody putting everybody else down And all the dead bodies piled up in mounds Cause when the smack begins to flow Then I really dont care anymore Ah, when that heroin is in my blood, hah And that blood is in my head Man thank God that Im good as dead And thank your God that Im not aware And thank God that I just dont care And I guess that I just dont know Oh, and I guess that I just dont know Poesia.
Posted on: Fri, 22 Aug 2014 00:35:19 +0000
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