Now you're desperate on the telephone
Dealer don't answer your friends aren't home
All alone you're f**ed up and sick
Spent the last few hours making love to sink
Same old story - trying to get kicks
A fistful of pills with a handful of drinks
Waste your life in those flea bag bars
Beat the drunk to the punch now brag about the scars
See that hottie with the wondrous thigs
Well it was just last night she gave you two black eyes
Now you're desperate on the telephone
Your dealer don't answer your friends aren't home
Why you call me when you can't pay the rent
Ripped of in Three Card Monte by a homeless vet
You'll do anything to scratch that itch
Playing Russian Roulette while you hustle for tricks
Last John slumped across the steering wheel
Left a bloody footprint from your Cuban heel
Now you're desperate on the telephone
Your dealer don't answer your friends aren't home
Tried to warn you it would come to this
Down on your knees playing big Willie's b**h
All alone now the orgy's over
Sit alone in your cell it's time to get sober
Tried to warn you it would come to this
All of your friends are so sick of your sh**