I have a bundle of dope in my pocket
Fifth of Old Grand-Dad in my arms
In my self preservation point of view
I don't mean any harm
I have nothing to say to anyone
Especially not to you
And if I'm right I swear I know
You'll hurt and that's what you do
But there's something in this life
I've never wanted before
Now I think I don't want to be
Nodding out on the floor
I'd like to die from the cigarettes
Or a heart attack at least
Anything but the heroin
To make me rest beneath