Armani Needle Exchange

After all of these times that you've barely survived

With a needle in your arm and a thorn in your side

For someone with nothing at least it's still something, I guess

A solitary vein in a world that's full of pain

A reason to wake up or at least to rise

And stumble down the alley looking for another high

As you ask yourself 'How low can a punk get?'

You're still streaming through your veins what you never regret

And I don't know if things can get much better

But I know that things can't get much worse

Asleep in the city or merely passed out

You wonder what it is everybody else is dreaming about

You waste your days away on a feeling that won't last

Because the good times are gone and they ain't never coming back