Paroles de Dope fiend blues

Mike Ness

pochette album Dope fiend blues
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Date de parution : 13/04/1999

Durée : 0:05:18

Style : Rock



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In a police car i feel so very small
I see my lover's face and i watch her teardrops fall
And i try to figure out where i'd fallen off the track
I sold my soul to the devil and then i stole it back

And in the end, you know a dope fiend ain't got no friends
And a junkie is a junkie to the bitter end
Hope to die now 'cause you know i'm better off dead
Hey brother, won't you lend me a helping hand?

I tie myself off, shoot it in my veins
I feel like marlon brando and i've hid another day's pain
I'm going back where it's safe, going back to the womb
I find my mother's comfort, here in a needle and spoon

And christmas for a dope fiend ain't no fun
Waiting for good times that seem to never come
Going out now, gonna get myself a gun
Please stop me, don't you know i'm on a run?

Aren't you tired of the detox and the places in the mind?
Aren't you tired of the misery, aren't you tired of doing time?
And i try to figure out where i'd fallen off the track
You know i sold my soul to the devil and then i stole it back

I'm a dope fiend, i'm a liar, a cheat and a thief
At my funeral, won't you bring me a red rose wreath?
Dress in black now, show everyone your grief
Well, i'm gone now, you can all feel relief

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