Think your rad cuz you shoot junk.
You think it's cool, we think it's fucked!
I give you my friendship and what do I get,
sold off for another fix.
If you've come to score get out here,
find somewhere else to squelch your fears.
We ain't trying to be your mom,
but you need help before
you're too far gone.
Rip your friends off gotta scam,
chop off any helping hand.
Steal our trust when you've got withdrawals,
flush your junk if you've got real balls.
You still think Sid Vicious is cool,
can't you see he's a dead junkie fool.
Darby, Janus, the list goes on,
you've starting your grave
with the hole in your arm.
JUNKIE PUNKS, JUNKIE PUNKS,
Hope you die. Hope you die. Hope you die!