Too Much Junkie Business

Well, you run down to the corner to see what you can cop You buy some for your sister, you take yours off the top Running to the bathroom, fixing up a shot Tie it up, shoot it up, bang it up, throw it up Too much junkie business Too much junkie business Too much junkie business I don't wanna fuck around with you Your life becomes as sickening as that mess you call your face That pig you call your girlfriend, she's dead from shooting mace Climbing up the walls, shooting old moth balls Wrap it up, call it art, now your record hits the chart Too much junkie business Too much junkie business Too much junkie business I don't wanna fuck around with you Too much junk Too much junk Too much junk Too much junk Too much junk Too much junk I don't wanna see her hanging out with you You're the coolest thing in town with your face flat on the ground Friends emptied your pockets as the coffin went down Overdose at last, spike stuck in your head Now you're dead, dead, dead, dead Too much junkie business Too much junkie business Too much junkie business I don't wanna fuck around with you Too much junk Too much junk Too much junk