Junkie

Our child it was an accident, no plan involved

Our sense of responsibility in heroin dissolved

We hardly had the will to look after ourselves

Left the baby in a cupboard on the shelf

My own child I killed it from neglect

Put it in a cupboard, let filth it infect

Its mother was a junkie, its mother is a whore

So when the baby did cry I just it ignored

I left it in the cupboard, left it in filth to die

Smacked out on the floor in the lounge I lie

The opiates’ golden mist into my veins, goodbye

While in a cupboard in its Hell that baby would cry

While its mother on the street her body would sell

That baby’s mother and father they came from Hell

So in that cupboard baby will die

Without a kindly face to wave or say goodbye