He's the kind of man who sticks his job for the money that he gets

He don't spend his money at the pub or making bets

Goes down town, goes in the bar and makes his contact there

He gets the gear, he takes a shot, and his eyes begin to stare





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'Cos he's a junkie, needle-man

Needs the kicks, don't give a damn

Yeah a junkie, needle-man

Needs the kicks, don't give a damn





He's getting weaker everyday but he has to keep his job

He'll get no more money on the day he has to stop

One day at work he feels so bad that he falls down on the floor

The boss he assures he don't abuse but he throws him out the door





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They find him dying on the floor, yeah he's lying on his back

He's covered in newspapers and a dirty ripped-up sack

The dawn it breaks, the rain it falls, but the young man doesn't live

He gave his life to pills and syringes, and had nothing left to give





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