Care not for the men who wonder

Straw that broke your back, you're under

Cast all them aside who care

Empty eyes and dead end stare

Don't you know that none are blind

To the lie, and you think I don't find what you hide?

What in god's name have you done?

Stick your arm for some real fun

For the horse you've grown much fonder

Than for me, that I don't ponder

As the hair of one who bit you

Smiling bite your own self, too

And I think that you're not blind

To the ones you left behind

I'll be here

What in god's name have you done?

Stick your arm for some real fun

So be yearning all your life

Twisting, turning like a knife

Now you know the reasons why

Can't get high, or you will die

Or you'll die

What in god's name have you done?

Stick your arm for some real fun

So your sickness weighs a ton

And god's name is smack for some