Care not for the men who wonder
Straw that broke your back, you`re under
Cast all them aside who care
Empty eyes and dead end stare
Don`t you know that none are blind
To the lie, and you think I don`t find what you hide?
What in God`s name have you done?
Stick your arm for some real fun
For the horse you`ve grown much fonder
Than for me, that I don`t ponder
As the hair of one who bit you
Smiling bite your own self, too
And I think that you`re not blind
To the ones you left behind
I`ll be here
What in God`s 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
Can`t get high, or you will die
Or you`ll die
What in God`s name have you done?
Stick your arm for some real fun
So your sickness weighs a ton
And God`s name is smack for some