Tuesday, May 9, 2017

The Junkie's Prayer

The Junkie's Prayer
Johnny Cash

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This bed that I lay on is narrow and cold
This sickness inside me it 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 a 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 the 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 again 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, don't let me suffer that misery no more

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