A Junkie's Lament

Ricky's been kicking the gong Lickety split didn't take too long A junkie's sick A monkey's strong That's what's wrong Well, I guess he's been messing around downtown So sad to see the man losing ground Winding down behind closed doors On all fours Mama, don't you call him my name He can't hear you anymore And even if he seems the same to you That's a stranger to your door Ask him what's he come here for Oh my God, a monkey can move a man Send him to hell And home again With an empty hand in the afternoon Shooting for the moon It's halfway sick And it's halfway stoned He'd sure like to kick But it's too far gone They wind him down with the methadone He's all on his own But baby, don't you throw your love away I hate to seem unkind It's only that I understand the man That the monkey can leave behind I used to think he was a friend of mine