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 tracks
well 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, cause you know I´m better off dead
hey brother, won´t you lend me a helpin´ 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, 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?
are you tired of the misery, aren´t you tired of doin´ time?
and I try to figure out where I´d fallen off the tracks
well 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