High Hopes

One, two, three, do it

The needle cold punches the vein, rush

Tremble pressing the plunger, push

For the pleasure and pain

String and strain, you risk everything

To feel again

Hell with the hopeless

Every clinic in America sees you

Eyes wide shut, bitch

Everyone ignores you

They all just walk by

You choose your bed, so sleep tight

Just a junkie doomed to die on the sidewalk

A human with a heart who's lost

But they don't see you

Push it in, find the spot, force the needle in

Tearing, ripping, fucking addiction

Corruption of the people you love

Intake, drug deaths and homeless heartaches

Sad truth is that

Most of you will die full of holes