Saturday, March 2, 2019

The Junkie's Prayer by Johnny Cash











This 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 am 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
In just a matter of seconds
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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