Junkies in Love
When they first met they were skipping class and smoking cigarettes.
(Cigarettes, oo-ooh)
They joked a lot, he sold some pot
Before they shot up dope or even smoked a rock
(Smoked a rock, oo-ooh)
Now she walks a bit behind him, itchin, twitchin', whinin', cryin'
(Crackheads in love, crackheads in love)
They were junkies in love
Just some crackheads in love
They were druggies in love
Just some crackheads in love
Started selling other things from coke to meth
And then their mother's rings
His brother's always covering
He says that they're recovering
Outside the bar again, breaking into cars again
You don't know how hard it's been
Arguing with garbage cans
Everywhere she tags along
Her bag of bones just drags along
Until they're just barely hanging on
(Hangin' on)
Now he walks a bit ahead
while she asks for change and cigarettes
(Crackheads in love, crackheads in love)
They were junkies in love
Just some crackheads in love
They were druggies in love
Just some crackheads in love
She was gonna be an actor
He was gonna be a rapper
Happily ever after
He was gonna be a rock star
She wanted to sing opera
Shouting their proposals
From the back of a cop car
But who am I to judge?
I've tried all kinds of stuff
These sunken, tired eyes have cried enough
But who am I to judge?
I've tried all kinds of stuff
These sunken, tired eyes have cried enough
Dreams sure were purty; now
Your clothes, they are all dirty
Someone should have got involved
but no one did, no not at all
Dreams sure were purty; now
Your clothes they are all dirty...
(Cigarettes, oo-ooh)
They joked a lot, he sold some pot
Before they shot up dope or even smoked a rock
(Smoked a rock, oo-ooh)
Now she walks a bit behind him, itchin, twitchin', whinin', cryin'
(Crackheads in love, crackheads in love)
They were junkies in love
Just some crackheads in love
They were druggies in love
Just some crackheads in love
Started selling other things from coke to meth
And then their mother's rings
His brother's always covering
He says that they're recovering
Outside the bar again, breaking into cars again
You don't know how hard it's been
Arguing with garbage cans
Everywhere she tags along
Her bag of bones just drags along
Until they're just barely hanging on
(Hangin' on)
Now he walks a bit ahead
while she asks for change and cigarettes
(Crackheads in love, crackheads in love)
They were junkies in love
Just some crackheads in love
They were druggies in love
Just some crackheads in love
She was gonna be an actor
He was gonna be a rapper
Happily ever after
He was gonna be a rock star
She wanted to sing opera
Shouting their proposals
From the back of a cop car
But who am I to judge?
I've tried all kinds of stuff
These sunken, tired eyes have cried enough
But who am I to judge?
I've tried all kinds of stuff
These sunken, tired eyes have cried enough
Dreams sure were purty; now
Your clothes, they are all dirty
Someone should have got involved
but no one did, no not at all
Dreams sure were purty; now
Your clothes they are all dirty...
Credits
Writer(s): That Handsome Devil
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