C Em F G Punks on Junk, so in love, with each other while they hate the world C Em F G Quite content,on Vicodan, an 8 by 10 with a kitchenette F C They had their muses, they had their scene F C They couldn't give a fuck about anything F C She said "hey baby can we get some more G To the corner for one more score C Em F G For Punks on Junk, so much fun, show their lovin' through their violence C Em F G Quite content, H again, a 3 by 5 and a sofa bed F C They had their muses, they had their scene F C What more could you ask from a couple of dope fiends F C out on the street again looking to score G Everything else just seems a bore C Em F G (x2) F C They got nothing but love for each other F C They couldn't ask for more from one another F C She said "ain't nobody ever take us under" G We're doing that all by ourselves C Em F G Punks on Junk,never last, very long, then they become the past C Em F G F Em C Quite content with their fate, they always learn too little, too late
See also: |
Other versions: |