Care not for the men who wonder
Straw that broke your back, you're under
Cast all them aside who care
Empty eyes and dead end stareDon't you know that none are blind
To the lie, and you think I don't find what you hide?What in God's name have you done?
Stick your arm for some real funFor the horse you've grown much fonder
Than for me, that I don't ponder
As the hair of one who bit you
Smiling bite your own self, too
And I think that you're not blind
To the ones you left behind
I'll be hereWhat in God's name have you done?
Stick your arm for some real funSo be yearning all your life
Twisting, turning like a knifeNow you know the reasons why
Can't get high, or you will die
Or you'll die
What in God's name have you done?
Stick your arm for some real fun
So your sickness weighs a ton
And God's name is smack for some
