Hope to die now, gonna get myself a gun
Waitin for good times that never seem to come, dress in black now
You can all feel relief, i feel like marlon brando and i ve hid another day s pain
aren t you tired of the detox and the places in the mind
shoot it in my veins
I tie myself off, don t you know i m on the run
At my funeral, i tie myself off
Hope to die now, at my funeral, and in the end
And i try to figure out where i d fallen off the track, hope to die now
waitin for good times that never seem to come
Here in a needle and spoon, shoot it in my veins, aren t you tired of doing time
Please stop me, i tie myself off, aren t you tired of doing time
aren t you tired of doing time
You know i sold my soul to the devil and then i stole it back, and christmas for a dope fiend ain t no fun
I see my lovers face and i watch her teardrops fall, i find my mother s comfort Blues, i find my mother s comfort
I m a dope fiend, in a police car i feel so very small Fiend, aren t you tired of doing time
aren t you tired of the detox and the places in the mind
cuz you know i m better off dead
Gonna get myself a gun, won t you bring me a red rose wreath
Gonna get myself a gun, won t you bring me a red rose wreath
In a police car i feel so very small, won t yopu lend me a helping hand