Black man comin down the avenue
Arm shot full of holes, dont know what to do
Goes to the doctor, says doctor please
Just give me something to make the pains cease

Said I cant do nothing about it
Im so sick without it
I dont want to talk about it
I cant learn to live without it

Down to recovery where the psychos are kept
Aint no prisoners but they watch evey step
Down to the wires hooked up to your head
They push that button and you wish you were dead

Looks through the cobwebs all in his mind
Too many times hes gone under the knife
Its like a cancer thats trying to kill
The more you feed it the worse that you feel

Cuts so cruel that fatal design
Once youre connected you havent much time
Crystal and cobalt and feeling no pain
Then comes the darkness to feed on your brain

Said I cant do nothing about it
Im so sick without it
I dont want to talk about it
I cant learn to live without it
I cant cope or strike out at it
I cant get through the night without it
I cant fight the finding out about it
I just wanna die without it