There's a place in the hole
way deep down
across the street
under their bridge
through the bathroom
out of the toilet and into the pawnshop
Something in the way
something I forgot
never cared while I did a shot
did a shot
did a shot
Lost my rig
got some more
tying off is such a chore
finding veins is such a bore
Maybe I'll miss
hope I don't
sickness runs side by side
with all that dope
I give up
hurry up God
don't be late
cause I'd rather die
without a sober date
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