Ode to the Junk Yard
A turn key, a gizmo, some powder to mix
A spoon and a filter, then cook your own fix
Then tighten the turn key, a vein will appear
Now stick in the spike and lets ride out of here.
This new world you’ve entered, there’s
nothing that’s real
But your mind it is numb, and no pain
can you feel
Then you walk round all day with
one thing on your mind
‘Where will I get money for that fix
the next time?
Then your body starts sweating, but
you’re feeling the cold,
You’re addicted to drugs and your habit
What you thought you could handle
is out of control,
And now to the Devil you would
sell your own soul.
A ten bag, a twenty, a napp for your high,
By the needle you live, and by it you’ll die,
You won’t be remembered and what will
That was only a junkie who OD’d today.
Faith Hope and Captivity
I do not wish to see my faith go by.
So there’s no Rush
to meet my faith…..
even if it means beyond the gate
I try not to fight
against the tide…..
So with each moment I Ride
Each day is a moment of Fact
So there’s no rush to go beyond the Gate.
Each day make me free…
because of my philosophy
Is it such a bad faith.