Dope Fiend Blues

In a police car I feel so very small

I see my lover's face and I watch her teardrops fall

And I try to figure out where I'd fallen off the track

I sold my soul to the devil and then I stole it back

And in the end, you know a dope fiend ain't got no friends

And a junkie is a junkie to the bitter end

Hope to die now, cuz you know I'm better off dead

Hey brother, won't you lend me a helpin' hand?

I tie myself off, shoot it in my veins

I feel like Marlon Brando and I've hid another day's pain

I'm goin' back where it's safe, goin' back to the womb

I find my mother's comfort, here in a needle and spoon

And Christmas for a dope fiend ain't no fun

Waitin' for good times that seem to never come

Goin' out now, gonna get myself a gun

Please stop me, don't you know I'm on a run?

Aren't you tired of the detox and the places in the mind?

Aren't you tired of the misery, aren't you tired of doin' time?

And I try to figure out where I'd fallen off the track

You know I sold my soul to the devil and then I stole it back

I'm a dope fiend, I'm a liar, a cheat and a thief

At my funeral, won't you bring me a red rose wreath?

Dress in black now, show everyone your grief

Well, I'm gone now, you can all feel relief!