Care not for the men who wonder

Straw that broke your back, you're under

Cast all them aside who care

Empty eyes and dead end stare



Don't you know that none are blind

To the lie, and you think I don't find what you hide?



What in God's name have you done?

Stick your arm for some real fun



For the horse you've grown much fonder

Than for me, that I don't ponder

As the hair of one who bit you

Smiling bite your own self, too



And I think that you're not blind

To the ones you left behind

I'll be here



What in God's name have you done?

Stick your arm for some real fun



So be yearning all your life

Twisting, turning like a knife



Now you know the reasons why

Can't get high or you will die

Or you'll die



What in God's name have you done?

Stick your arm for some real fun

So your sickness weighs a ton

And God's name is smack for some