Various Artists — Used Up

I have a friend now he's a fiend missing the "R" for "rehab" I want to end this beast wishing he'd depart from these track Marks his enemy left, kissing his arms, though I see that It's hard to draw the lie when all you want to do is snort it Harder still to see the point when it's buried beneath your skin He's had his soul cracked in a way that has left him morbid So now he smokes crack as if to cook a horrid porridge to ignore it If he painfully cuts and gouges bright red gorges He thinks his pain will cut it out and stop making life less gorgeous? He wants to quit life so he doesn't quit vices He wants to quit vices but he can't quite quit The vice grip's too tight tourniquet persists So he's turning in Turning in the psycho sick cycle that twists Although he hates vomiting drunk he has some sympathy For those who nauseously plunge sick beneath The wine and wino's surface Because he constantly comes back to punch pinch and squeeze Slipping dope in with the awful sleek vile hypodermic And as for exits from the fix, it seems there aren't any An effective center that exists that fixes well that's N/A Non applicable, not at all N.A. assemblies anyway "Narcotic's Anonymous"? These underfed malnourished skeletons with deadly frames Once possessed identities, families and friends, but now have petty names? He wants to quit life so he doesn't quit vices He wants to quit vices but he can't quite quit The vice grip's too tight tourniquet persists So he's turning in Turning in the psycho sick cycle that twists How hard could it be for the needle eye to swallow thread When it's so easy for the tip of it to swallow my friend? He wants to quit life so he doesn't quit vices He wants to quit vices but he can't quite quit The vice grip's too tight tourniquet persists So he's turning in Turning in the psycho sick cycle that twists