Junkie (S. Vai)
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I need some junk,
To shoot in my veins,
Would you give me some,
To relieve the pain?
These city streets,
Are drivin' me insane,
I tried laundry detergent,
But it's not the same.
I need some food,
To stuff in my face,
But the garbage man,
he took the trash away.
These city streets,
Are makin' me crazy.
I tried to eat rocks,
But they have no taste.
My face is a wreck,
My brain's decayed,
I need a fix 'n' I'll
Be O. K.
These city streets,
Are makin' me crazy,
I'm chewin' on glass but I
Don't even bleed,
I don't even bleed (x3)
I'll pray tonight,
tTo the king of kings,
Won't you pull me out,
I'd rehabilitate those
City streets, you know I can't keep straight.
Will I murder somebody? Well, ya'
Can't fool fate
Ya' can't fool &ate (x2)
No ya' can't fool fate.
I need some help, I
Need some help, I'm
Fallin' apart.
Will I die in my sleep,
Or will I live in the streets,
In agony?
{Some more sweet guitar...}
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