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From the light into this darkness
In the streetlamp romantic affair
Lunatics let their banshee kiss
Ring through the blood and air
A bloodshot mist from the heart of this place
Lets junky eyes see clearer
As lines of coke line a junky face
With junky eyes are mirrors
Flying high on drugs and fury
Creased with hunger, sick with worry,
It's a junky's life and a junky's story
That light the city's alleys
In the bathrooms in the bars,
On every street, in every car,
On every corner - that's where they are.
This town's a junky's shooting gallery
The cops bust the children
In this copout war
While the junkies keep pumping
And line the pockets of whores
And the pimps are all jacking
When the junkies are done for
The addicts are screaming
And shooting more
Illuminescent mushroom clouds
Explode from the mouths scattered through the crowds
And as the cops beat them to the ground
The scream, "Let us speak or the stones will cry out!"
So they pop a cap in a policeman's ass
He cries for help, but the moment has passed
He lies on the pavement as he's kissing the ground
And he dies with dead junkies as a burial mound
In shark eating frenzy the cops open fire
Muzzel flashes marking the funeral pyre
Through the gunshot massacre that pierces their cries
The crowd never realized why they really died
The murder of a cop couldn't stop the floodtide from rising
Or the blood of a junky or the tears they were crying
'Cause when they beat on their chests and they paid with their lives
They never knew they were watching the return on the Junky Christ...
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