He's got plenty of drugs   But he can't find his guitar   Winds up drowning in puke   Or with a needle hanging out of his arm      This is plea for drugs   This is a plea for booze   This is a plea for junk   Anything I can use      I'll shoot junk in my eye   I can't die   Whoops- I'm already dead!   Maggots are writhing inside my head      This is plea for drugs   This is a plea for booze   This is a plea for junk   Anything I can use      Desperate for anything   Anything I can use   A plea for drugs   An appeal from me to you   There is nothing you can do   I'm gonna die, I'm gonna die...      See me failing, see me sprawling, see me...go through your purse   See me crying, see me dying, see me....ride off in a hearse      This is a plea for drugs   This is an appeal from me to you   There is nothing you can do   I'm gonna die, I'm gonna die...      I'm pathetic! Yet magnetic!   That is until the drugs are gone   Then I am a total dick until I get a good load on   Don't want to fucking shoot myself, that would be a mess   I really should O.D. on junk, I think that would be best!      This is plea for drugs   This is a plea for booze   This is a plea anything   Anything I can use      A plea for drugs   An appeal from me to you   There is nothing you can do   I'm gonna die, I'm gonna die...