High Hopes

1, 2, 3, DO IT!

The needle cold punches the vein, rush
Tremble pressing the plunger, push
For the pleasure and pain
Sting and strain you risk everything
To feel again

Hell with the hopeless
Every clinic in America sees you
Eyes wide shut bitch
Everyone ignores you
They all just walk by
You chose your bed so, sleep tight
Just a junkie doomed to die on the side walk
A human with a heart who's lost

But they don't see you
Push it in, find the spot, force the needle in
Tearing, ripping, fucking addiction
Corruption of the people love
Intake drug deaths and homeless heart aches
Sad truth is that most of you will die full of holes



Credits
Writer(s): Matthew Honeycutt, Eric English, Nolan Ashley, Isaac Lamb
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