Too Much Junkie Business

Well you run down to the corner, well to see what you can cop
You buy some for your sister,  you take yours off the top
You run into the bathroom fixing up a shot
Tie it up, shoot it up, bang your head, 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 all my balls
Wrap it up, call it art
Now your records makes the charts

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

I don't wanna see it hanging out with you

Well your the coolest thing in town with your face flat on the ground
Friends empty your pockets as the coffin went down
You overdosed at last ; spikes stuck in your head
Now you're dead - I love yaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa

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 in your head

(Lure/Thunders)