junkie's dream

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 dreammmm

oh ho no

and don't you worry little baby

some day you'll see it snow

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