Care not for the men who wonder
straw that broke your back, you're under
cast all them aside who cares
empty eyes and dead end stares
dont you know that none are blind
to the lie, and you think I dont find
what you hide
what in gods name have you done?
stick your arm for some real fun
for the horse youve grown much fonder
than for me, that I dont ponder
as the hair of one who bit you
smiling bite your own self too
and I think that youre not blind
to the ones you left behind
I'll be here
what in gods name have you done?
stick your arm for some real fun
so be yearning all your life
twisting turning like a knife
now you know the reasons why
cant get high or you will die
or youll die
what in gods name have you done?
stick your arm for some real fun
so your sickness weighs a ton
and gods name is smack for some