I heard somebody fixed today
There was no last goodbyes to say
His will to live ran out
I heard somebody turned to dust
Looking back at what he left
A list of plans and photographs
Songs that never will be sung
These are the things he won't get done
The things he won't get done
I've seen the man use the needle, seen the needle use the man
I've seen them crawl from the cradle to the coffin on their hands
They fight a war, but it's fatal; it's so hard to understand
I've seen the man use the needle, seen the needle use the man
Just one shot to say "goodbye"
One last taste to mourn and cry, cry
Scores and shoots, the lights go dim
Just one shot to do him in
He hangs his head and wonders why
Why the monkey only lies, lies
But pay the pauper, he did choose
He hung his head inside the noose