I live among people,
and they're wicked creatures.
I'm shit, but they're so great.
I don't like them, even though I'm also one of them.
Yeah I'm shit.
I'm a junkie, I shoot up.
Where is your revolver?
I'm a junkie.
Where is your revolver?
I'm a junkie.
Where is your revolver?
I'm a junkie.
Where is your revolver?
I'm a junkie.
I, I, I, I, I, I, I, I,
I don't want to live with them.
don't wanna hope, believe, love.
don't wanna follow fashion just to fall behind again.
The granny in the bus was right:
they ought to shoot people like me.
Where is your revolver?
I'm a junkie.
Where is your revolver?
I'm a junkie.
Where is your revolver?
I'm a junkie.
Where is your revolver?
I'm a junkie.
Well, well where's your revolver?
I'm a junkie.
Where is your revolver?
I'm a junkie.
Where is your revolver?
I'm a junkie.