Black man comin' down the avenue

Arm shot full of holes, don't know what to do

Goes to the doctor, says Doctor please

Just give me something to make the pains cease



Said I can't do nothing about it

I'm so sick without it

I don't want to talk about it

I can't learn to live without it



Down to recovery where the psychos are kept

Ain't no prisoners but they watch evey step

Down to the wires hooked up to your head

They push that button and you wish you were dead



Looks through the cobwebs all in his mind

Too many times he's gone under the knife

It's like a cancer that's trying to kill

The more you feed it the worse that you feel



Cuts so cruel that fatal design

Once you're connected you haven't much time

Crystal and cobalt and feeling no pain

Then comes the darkness to feed on your brain



Said I can't do nothing about it

I'm so sick without it

I don't want to talk about it

I can't learn to live without it

I can't cope or strike out at it

I can't get through the night without it

I can't fight the finding out about it

I just wanna die without it