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 stare

Don´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 fun

For 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 here

What in God´s name have you done?
Stick your arm for some real fun

So be yearning all your life
Twisting, turning like a knife

Now 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