No needles in heaven
No spikes can get through
No needles in heaven
No ill no tweaking too
Without no shot to fix me
Dear God whatever can I do
No muriatic acid no red phosphorus there
Must not be no chemists
No junkies anywhere
I might say that doesn't scare me
Lord make some exception for me there
Got a blood red spike glisten wet straight up back of my soul
Got a diamond back dead necktie
And my rock burn but never roll
Got these half dollar pieces both my eyes
Stake right through my heart
I'll make it up to heaven if you give me the
Data-flow diagram flowchart
No whiskey up in heaven
They drink the wine from a chalice deep
No A-Bombs A-Teams K-Pins no School Bus Texas Tea
If there ain't no room for Junk dear Lord
Ain't you got no room for me
Down on my knees
Please please please
Speedy Justice - No Needles In Heaven (Remix) Lyrics
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No needles in heaven
No spikes can get through
No needles in heaven
No ill no tweaking too
Without no shot to fix me
Dear God whatever can I do
No muriatic acid no red phosphorus there
Must not be no chemists
No junkies anywhere
I might say that doesn't scare me
Lord make some exception for me there
Got a blood red spike glisten wet straight up back of my soul
Got a diamond back dead necktie
And my rock burn but never roll
Got these half dollar pieces both my eyes
Stake right through my heart
I'll make it up to heaven if you give me the
Data-flow diagram flowchart
No whiskey up in heaven
They drink the wine from a chalice deep
No A-Bombs A-Teams K-Pins no School Bus Texas Tea
If there ain't no room for Junk dear Lord
Ain't you got no room for me
Down on my knees
Please please please
No spikes can get through
No needles in heaven
No ill no tweaking too
Without no shot to fix me
Dear God whatever can I do
No muriatic acid no red phosphorus there
Must not be no chemists
No junkies anywhere
I might say that doesn't scare me
Lord make some exception for me there
Got a blood red spike glisten wet straight up back of my soul
Got a diamond back dead necktie
And my rock burn but never roll
Got these half dollar pieces both my eyes
Stake right through my heart
I'll make it up to heaven if you give me the
Data-flow diagram flowchart
No whiskey up in heaven
They drink the wine from a chalice deep
No A-Bombs A-Teams K-Pins no School Bus Texas Tea
If there ain't no room for Junk dear Lord
Ain't you got no room for me
Down on my knees
Please please please
Writer: Bryan Bridges
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