Junkie Tour

You were dope sick in New Orleans
You ran outta subs at our expense
You were a p, couldn't take it
I left the van, guitar in hand

F you and your hard drug problem
I'll never see that guitar again
I don't give a f if you hear this song and
Come at me you can try me friend

I lost my friend, I lost my axe
You were chipping behind our backs
Sy way to see the country
Never go tour with a junkie

F you and your hard drug problem
I'll never see that guitar again
I don't give a f if you hear this song and
Come at me you can try me friend

You took a swing, I blocked it quick
You clinched me like a fuckin' bitch
I should have kept going but it
Was the morning, needed coffee cigarettes

F you and your hard drug problem
I'll never see that guitar again
I don't give a f if you hear this song and
Come at me you can try me friendF you and your hard drug problem
I'll never see that guitar again
I don't give a f if you hear this song and
Come at me you can try me friend



Credits
Writer(s): Chris Fantasia
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