Straight-up cash for string
And you almost slit your wrist
It's the least you could do
To stumble on your junkie-blues
Before dawn has been seen
And you send another fist
For what's mine you retrieve
It's the least you could do
To stumble on your junkie-blues
If you neighbor subway trains
And a cup full of falling change
I'd pay to see what was ripped from me
It's the least you could do
To stumble on your junkie-blues