He's got plenty of drugs 

But he can't find his guitar 

Winds up drowning in puke 

Or with a needle hanging out of his arm 



This is plea for drugs 

This is a plea for booze 

This is a plea for junk 

Anything I can use 



I'll shoot junk in my eye 

I can't die 

Whoops- I'm already dead! 

Maggots are writhing inside my head 



This is plea for drugs 

This is a plea for booze 

This is a plea for junk 

Anything I can use 



Desperate for anything 

Anything I can use 

A plea for drugs 

An appeal from me to you 

There is nothing you can do 

I'm gonna die, I'm gonna die... 



See me failing, see me sprawling, see me...go through your purse 

See me crying, see me dying, see me....ride off in a hearse 



This is a plea for drugs 

This is an appeal from me to you 

There is nothing you can do 

I'm gonna die, I'm gonna die... 



I'm pathetic! Yet magnetic! 

That is until the drugs are gone 

Then I am a total dick until I get a good load on 

Don't want to fucking shoot myself, that would be a mess 

I really should O.D. on junk, I think that would be best! 



This is plea for drugs 

This is a plea for booze 

This is a plea anything 

Anything I can use 



A plea for drugs 

An appeal from me to you 

There is nothing you can do 

I'm gonna die, I'm gonna die...