Says the crackhead
Says the junkie.
Says the bike messenger,
But just let me get high, really high like when I started,
Just one more time then,
I'm done no, really I'm done.
When they pull the stem out of your mouth,
When they pull the needle out,
When they pull the bike from your cold dead thighs.Back when I had my first taste this song was a new one. It had the rhythm of winter at least winters then which are not as good as winter now. Melodic, thrash, melodic, thrash repeat as needed
tales from the front - 2:55pm i'm leaving 315 Bay st. after meeting up with 50 to hand him a job going north that's got more than an hour left. I'm headed to 235 Mo, to grab a j...
9 years ago