Junkie's Dream Lyrics

Here comes a joe with a bag full of snow
He'll make you scream inside
With his wide brim hat and his Cadillac
He'll take you for a riii-ide, oh baby
Long ago you'd have sold your mother's soul
To the man on the street
But now you sell a night of love, pretty baby
To the people you meet

Your old man can't supply the both of you
You should know d*** well
So the next time that your junk, baby, it runs out
You broke the night in hell,
Oh you broke the night in helllll
Your good nightmare is a junkie's dream
Your good nightmare is a junkie's (Ooooooooooo) dreammmm
Oh Ho no (Ooooooooooo)
And don't you worry little baby (Ooooooooooo)

Some day you'll see it snow (Ooooooooooo)

Ohhh Your good nightmare is a junkie's dream
Your good nightmare Oh
is a standin' outside in the rain
Suitcase in her hand
Wheels gettin' cold and a she's getting old
And oh God don't you understand
A junkie has no promise that a he'll get by
Without pumpin' his veins
So go sell your soul for a bag full of snow
And if your lucky you'll die in vain
And if your lucky you'll die in vain, Lord, Lord

Oooooh yeahhh oh
Yeahhhh ohhhhh lorrrrd