The Junkie's Prayer Lyrics

	作词 : DeWitt
	THE JUNKIE'S PRAYER
	(Written by Lew DeWitt)
	That bed that I lay on is narrow and cold
	This sickness inside me tears at my soul.
	And the devil awaits me, he calls me his son
	For he knows I'm cornered and too weak to run.
	For I soon must return to my gutter of thrills
	Where joy is the needle or a bottle of pills
	Where a man welcomes misery like an old friend from home
	That he uses and abuses till the misery is gone.
	My mind's filled with torture my body's in pain
	But the needle is warm as it sinks in my vein
	Just a matter of seconds then my mind will be free
	From the coldness and darkness that dominate me.
	But the freedom is short lived and then I'm alone
	I must find the pusher but my money's all gone
	Then the cycle of horror starts over once more
	Oh God let me suffer this misery no more...

	zuo ci : DeWitt
	THE JUNKIE' S PRAYER
	Written by Lew DeWitt
	That bed that I lay on is narrow and cold
	This sickness inside me tears at my soul.
	And the devil awaits me, he calls me his son
	For he knows I' m cornered and too weak to run.
	For I soon must return to my gutter of thrills
	Where joy is the needle or a bottle of pills
	Where a man welcomes misery like an old friend from home
	That he uses and abuses till the misery is gone.
	My mind' s filled with torture my body' s in pain
	But the needle is warm as it sinks in my vein
	Just a matter of seconds then my mind will be free
	From the coldness and darkness that dominate me.
	But the freedom is short lived and then I' m alone
	I must find the pusher but my money' s all gone
	Then the cycle of horror starts over once more
	Oh God let me suffer this misery no more...

	zuò cí : DeWitt
	THE JUNKIE' S PRAYER
	Written by Lew DeWitt
	That bed that I lay on is narrow and cold
	This sickness inside me tears at my soul.
	And the devil awaits me, he calls me his son
	For he knows I' m cornered and too weak to run.
	For I soon must return to my gutter of thrills
	Where joy is the needle or a bottle of pills
	Where a man welcomes misery like an old friend from home
	That he uses and abuses till the misery is gone.
	My mind' s filled with torture my body' s in pain
	But the needle is warm as it sinks in my vein
	Just a matter of seconds then my mind will be free
	From the coldness and darkness that dominate me.
	But the freedom is short lived and then I' m alone
	I must find the pusher but my money' s all gone
	Then the cycle of horror starts over once more
	Oh God let me suffer this misery no more...

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