Steve Vai - Flex-able

Junkie

I need some junk to shoot in my veins
Would you give me some to relieve the pain?
These city streets are drivin' me insane
I tried laundry detergent but it's not the same

I need some food to stuff in my face
But the garbage man, he took the trash away
These city streets are makin' me crazy
I tried to eat rocks, but they have no taste

My face is a wreck, my brain's decayed
I need a fix, then I'll be OK
These city streets are makin' me crazy
I'm chewin' on glass but I don't even bleed
I don't even bleed, I don't even bleed
I don't even bleed

I'll pray tonight to the king of kings
Won't you pull me out?
I'd rehabilitate those city streets
You know I can't keep straight
Will I murder somebody?
Well, you can't fool fate
You can't fool fate, you can't fool fate
No, you can't fool fate

I need some help, I need some help
I'm fallin' apart
Will I die in my sleep
Or will I live in the streets in agony?

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Writer(s): Steve Vai
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