Mike Ness

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 Id fallen off the track
I sold my soul to the devil and then I stole it back
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And in the end, you know a dope fiend aint got no friends
And a junkie is a junkie to the bitter end
Hope to die now, cuz you know Im better off dead
Hey brother, wont you lend me a helpin hand?
I tie myself off, shoot it in my veins
I feel like marlon brando and Ive hid another days pain
Im goin back where its safe, goin back to the womb
I find my mothers comfort, here in a needle and spoon
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