So, now, little man, you‘ve grown tired of grass,
Amphetamine, downers, acid and hash.
Someone pretending to be your best friend
Introduced you to Lady Heroin.
Well, honey, before you start fooling with me,
Just let me inform you of how it will be:
I will seduce you and make you my slave
I’ve sent stronger men than you in the grave.
You think you could never be a disgrace
And end up an addict to poppy seed waste?
You’ll swindle your mother, just for a buck,
And turn into something vile and corrupt.
You’ll rob and you’ll steal for my narcotic charms
And only find peace when I’m there in your arms,
And when you realize the monster you’ve grown,
You’ll solemnly pledge to leave me alone.
You may think you’ve got the mystical knack,
But honey, try getting me off your back.
The vomit, the cramps, your guts tied in knots,
Nerves screaming out for those much needed shots,
The hot sweats, the cold chills, the withdrawal pains,
Can only be cured by my little brown grains.
You gave me your conscience, your morals, your heart,
You’re mine now forever, TILL DEATH DO US PART.