| Song | Needle Of Death |
| Artist | Bert Jansch |
| Album | Three Chord Trick |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| When sadness fills your heart | |
| And sorrow hides the longing to be free | |
| When things go wrong each day | |
| You fix your mind to âscape your misery | |
| Your troubled young life | |
| Had made you turn | |
| To a needle of death | |
| How strange, your happy words | |
| Have ceased to bring a smile from everyone | |
| How tears have filled the eyes | |
| Of friends that you once had walked among | |
| Your troubled young life | |
| Had made you turn | |
| To a needle of death | |
| One grain of pure white snow | |
| Dissolved in blood spread quickly to your brain | |
| In peace your mind withdraws | |
| Your death so near your soul can't feel no pain | |
| Your troubled young life | |
| Had made you turn | |
| To a needle of death | |
| Your mother stands a'cryin' | |
| While to the earth your body's slowly cast | |
| Your father stands in silence | |
| Caressing every young dream of the past | |
| Your troubled young life | |
| Had made you turn | |
| To a needle of death | |
| Through ages, man's desires | |
| To free his mind, to release his very soul | |
| Has proved to all who live | |
| That death itself is freedom for evermore | |
| And your troubled young life | |
| Will make you turn | |
| To a needle of death |
| When sadness fills your heart | |
| And sorrow hides the longing to be free | |
| When things go wrong each day | |
| You fix your mind to scape your misery | |
| Your troubled young life | |
| Had made you turn | |
| To a needle of death | |
| How strange, your happy words | |
| Have ceased to bring a smile from everyone | |
| How tears have filled the eyes | |
| Of friends that you once had walked among | |
| Your troubled young life | |
| Had made you turn | |
| To a needle of death | |
| One grain of pure white snow | |
| Dissolved in blood spread quickly to your brain | |
| In peace your mind withdraws | |
| Your death so near your soul can' t feel no pain | |
| Your troubled young life | |
| Had made you turn | |
| To a needle of death | |
| Your mother stands a' cryin' | |
| While to the earth your body' s slowly cast | |
| Your father stands in silence | |
| Caressing every young dream of the past | |
| Your troubled young life | |
| Had made you turn | |
| To a needle of death | |
| Through ages, man' s desires | |
| To free his mind, to release his very soul | |
| Has proved to all who live | |
| That death itself is freedom for evermore | |
| And your troubled young life | |
| Will make you turn | |
| To a needle of death |
| When sadness fills your heart | |
| And sorrow hides the longing to be free | |
| When things go wrong each day | |
| You fix your mind to scape your misery | |
| Your troubled young life | |
| Had made you turn | |
| To a needle of death | |
| How strange, your happy words | |
| Have ceased to bring a smile from everyone | |
| How tears have filled the eyes | |
| Of friends that you once had walked among | |
| Your troubled young life | |
| Had made you turn | |
| To a needle of death | |
| One grain of pure white snow | |
| Dissolved in blood spread quickly to your brain | |
| In peace your mind withdraws | |
| Your death so near your soul can' t feel no pain | |
| Your troubled young life | |
| Had made you turn | |
| To a needle of death | |
| Your mother stands a' cryin' | |
| While to the earth your body' s slowly cast | |
| Your father stands in silence | |
| Caressing every young dream of the past | |
| Your troubled young life | |
| Had made you turn | |
| To a needle of death | |
| Through ages, man' s desires | |
| To free his mind, to release his very soul | |
| Has proved to all who live | |
| That death itself is freedom for evermore | |
| And your troubled young life | |
| Will make you turn | |
| To a needle of death |