Ladies and gentlemen   Fellow Americans   Lady Americans   This is James Brown      I wanna talk to you about one of our   Most deadly, killers in the country today   I had a dream the other night, and I   Was sittin' in my living room      Dozed off to sleep   So I start to dreamin'   I dreamed I walked in a place and   I saw a real strange, weird object      Standin' up talkin' to the people   And I found out it was heroin   That deadly drug that go in your veins   He says      I came to this country without a passport   Ever since then I've been hunted and sought   My little white grains are nothin' but waste   Soft and deadly and bitter to taste      I'm a world of power and all know it's true   Use me once and you'll know it, too   I can make a mere schoolboy forget his books   I can make a world-famous beauty neglect her looks      I can make a good man forsake his wife   Send a greedy man to prison for the rest of his life   I can make a man forsake his country and flag   Make a girl sell her body for a five-dollar bag      Some think my adventure's a joy and a thrill   But I'll put a gun in your hand and make you kill   In cellophane bags, I've found my way   To heads of state and children at play      I'm financed in China, ran in Japan   I'm respected in Turkey and I'm legal in Siam   I take my addicts and make 'em steal, borrow, beg   Then they search for a vein in their arm or their leg      So, be you Italian, Jewish, Black or Mex   I can make the most virile of men forget their sex   So now, no, my man, you must, you know, do your best   To keep up your habit until your arrest      Now the police have taken you from under my wing   Do you think they dare defy me, I who am king   Now, you must lie in that county jail   Where I can't get to you by visit or mail      So squirm, with discomfort, wiggle and cough   Six days of madness, you might throw me off   Curse me in name, defy me in speech   But you'd pick me up right no if I were in your reach      All through your sentence you've become resolved to your fate   Hear now young man and woman, I'll be waitin' at the gate   And don't be afraid, don't run, I'm not chased   Sure my name is Heroin, you'll be back for a taste      Behold, you're hooked, your foot is in the stirrup   And make, haste, mount the steed and ride him well   For the white horse of heroin will ride you to Hell, to Hell   Will ride you to Hell until you are dead   Dead, brother, dead      This is a revolution of the mind   Get your mind together   And get away from drugs   That's the man   Back, back