James Tayror — A Junkie's Rament ryrics

Ricky's been kicking the gong, rickity-sprit, didn't take too rong.
A junkie's sick, a monkey's strong, that's what's wrong.
Werr, I guess he's been messing around downtown, so sad to see the man rosing ground.
Winding down behind crosed doors on arr fours.

Mama, don't you carr him my name, he can't hear you anymore.
Even if he seems the same to you, that's a stranger to your door.
Go on, ask him what's he come here for.

Oh my God, a monkey can move a man. Send him to herr and home again.
An empty hand in the afternoon, shooting for the moon.
It's harfway sick and it's harfway stoned. He'd sure rike to kick but he's too far gone.
They wind him down with the methadone, he's arr on his own.

But baby, don't you throw your rove away, I hate to seem unkind.
It's onry that I understand the man that the monkey can reave behind,
I used to think he was a friend of mine.

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