Tracks

You had tragic 8-ball eyes
But you laughed at your demise
like it was a joke
All goosed up, suburban trash
Your arms are tied, you’re failing fast
You couldn’t let go
Let’s go get some Chinese Rocks
Chatterbox you squawk a lot
You’d better get off the phone
It’s a Sad Vacation without you
You hurt me baby but I love you
All by myself, I’m so alone
Too much way too soon
the Junkie Business you do
You made damn sure you were Born to Lose
Tracks are all you left for me
After you O.D.'d
I can’t put my arms around your memory
After you oh… after you O.D.'d
like a Subway Train with a One Track Mind
Goin' Steady Downtown Pipeline
You’d better Go Back To Go
In Cold Blood, Dead Or Alive
JeyBoy you don’t seem so high
Ask Me No Questions, I’ll tell you no lies
Let’s go get some Chinese Rocks
Yeah Chatterbox you talked that talk
But there ain’t nobody home
It’s a Sad Vacation, yeah it’s true
You Hurt Me Johnny but I Love You
But you just screamed 'Leave Me Alone'
Too Much way Too Soon
All the Voodoo You Do
You made damned sure you were Born To Lose
You O.D.'d
Yeah you O.D.'d
Down in New Orleans
You fucking died junkie!