meth head

i saw him down in a dump

hurlin' armloads of junk

into a pickup bound for the yard

he was skittish and strange

like a wild dog with mange

and there was was blood where his veins ran hard

wadin' deep through the grime

he found a long copper line

and he jumped up and leaped to the ground

and you'd thought he'd struck gold

the way he kicked and he rolled

and like a bandit he tore outta town

oh

now

he's out on the prowl

you'd better get up and go back inside

'cause he's loose on the land

gettin' all that he can

and there won't be nowhere to hide

yeah

he's crawling his way

to that fix for the day

you won't stop him

he's bent to be fed

he's the low heathen kind

with a shit-mingled mind

the desperate fuckin' meth head

there was a girl

tall and thin

with scabbed yellow skin

outside a rest stop i won't soon forget

she was digging at a rash

trying to deal for some cash

saying

baby