Black man comin' down the avenue
Arm shot full of holes, don't know what to do
Goes to the doctor, says doctor please
Just give me something to make the pains cease

Said I can't do nothing about it
I'm so sick without it
I don't want to talk about it
I can't learn to live without it

Down to recovery where the psychos are kept
Ain't no prisoners but they watch evey step
Down to the wires hooked up to your head
They push that button and you wish you were dead

Looks through the cobwebs all in his mind
Too many times he's gone under the knife
It's like a cancer that's trying to kill
The more you feed it the worse that you feel

Cuts so cruel that fatal design
Once you're connected you haven't much time
Crystal and cobalt and feeling no pain
Then comes the darkness to feed on your brain

Said I can't do nothing about it
I'm so sick without it
I don't want to talk about it
I can't learn to live without it
I can't cope or strike out at it
I can't get through the night without it
I can't fight the finding out about it
I just wanna die without it

• 13 Going on 21
• Can't Do That
• Demona
• Destination X
• Don't Look Back
• Fire in The Western World
• Going South
• I Hate The Blues
• Ill of The Dead
• Love Comes Once
• My Escape
• Out in The Blue
• Play With Fire
• Room 213
• Until It Rains