High Hopes

1, 2, 3, DO IT!

The needle cold punches the vein, rush

Tremble pressing the plunger, push

For the pleasure and pain

Sting 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 chose your bed so, sleep tight

Just a junkie doomed to die on the side walk

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 love

Intake drug deaths and homeless heart aches

Sad truth is that most of you will die full of holes