Here comes a joe with a bag full of snow   He’ll make you scream inside   With his wide brim hat and his Cadillac   He’ll take you for a riii-ide, oh baby      Long ago you’d have sold your mother’s soul   To the man on the street   But now you sell a night of love, pretty baby   To the people you meet      Your old man can’t supply the both of you   You should know damn well   So the next time that your junk, baby, it runs out   You broke the night in hell,   Oh you broke the night in helllll      Your good nightmare is a junkie’s dream   Your good nightmare is a junkie’s (Ooooooooooo) dreammmm    Oh Ho no (Ooooooooooo)    And don’t you worry little baby (Ooooooooooo)   Some day you’ll see it snow (Ooooooooooo)      Ohhh Your good nightmare is a junkie’s dream   Your good nightmare Oh    is a standin’ outside in the rain   Suitcase in her hand   Wheels gettin’ cold and a she’s getting’ old   And oh God don’t you understand      A junkie has no promise that a he’ll get by   Without pumpin’ his veins   So go sell your soul for a bag full of snow   And if your lucky you’ll die in vain   And if your lucky you’ll die in vain, Lord, Lord      Oooooh yeahhh oh   Yeahhhh ohhhhh lorrrrd