Junky's Christmas

You're one of god's special litlle people

Look at you, so proud and straight

So clean from the shit that runs on the streets

Mommy's pretty treasure

You're so cute and smart, so fucking flawless

You're never wrong, even when you are

You have always some extra money

To write up some more names in your phone book

Or pay a round of expensive alien beer to your smart and clean friends

You've never been on your on, with nothing in your pocket

Except maybe some dope or hash to keep the buzz going

To keep you from going insane

Your nose is always clean

Your head is always clear

So you can see me

So you can watch your back

When I pass by looking you in the eye

Tell me how does it feel

to be so fucking better than me
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