Now you're desperate on the telephone Dealer don't answer your friends aren't home All alone you're fucked 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 bitch 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 shit