Living in the past is draining all my dreams
Living in cheap hotels , you get to hear the screams
Every knock upon the door
Your afraid to open anymore
You don't have any friends
just enemies by the score

Every Tuesday you sell your blood
Every Wednesday you get drunk and fly like a dove
Every thursday you suffer feeling just like swill
And Fridays you take measure of your will

What became of your pride it has a price
You'll do anything to get to feeling nice
Weren't you mama's pride and joy
How could you sink down below this low

The winter's coming you ignore the chill
While your looking in the alleys for your next thrill
A few words and you turn your tricks
You don't like it but it lights your wick

You know everyday , as your search for your next meal
Your not above begging , borrow , even steal .
As you begin to shake and sweat
And cough around a lump inside your neck

You know it will end ugly on a cold dark night
No more room for an inside glance that might
Let you escape from this life of pain and sin
Addicts always lose , that's just the way the story ends