in a police car i feel so very small i see my lovers face and i watch her teardrops fall and i try to figure out where i d fallen off the track i sold my soul to the devil and then i stole it back chorus and in the end you know a dope fiend ain t got no friends and a junkie is a junkie to the bitter end hope to die now cuz you know i m better off dead hey brother won t yopu lend me a helping hand i tie myself off shoot it in my veins i feel like marlon brando and i ve hid another day s pain i m goin back where it s safe i m goin back to the womb i find my mother s comfort here in a needle and spoon chorus and christmas for a dope fiend ain t no fun waitin for good times that never seem to come goin out now gonna get myself a gun please stop me don t you know i m on the run aren t you tired of the detox and the places in the mind aren t you tired of the misery aren t you tired of doing time and i try to figure out where i d fallen off the track you know i sold my soul to the devil and then i stole it back chorus i m a dope fiend i m a liar a cheat and a thief at my funeral won t you bring me a red rose wreath dress in black now show everyone your grief well i m gone now you can all feel relief 
['psychobilly', 'punk', "punk 'n' roll", 'skate punk']