Dope Fiend Blues Lyrics - Singles - Mike Ness

In a police car I feel so very small 

I see my lover's 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 

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 'cause you know I'm better off dead 

Hey brother, won't you 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 going back where it's safe, going back to the womb 

I find my mother's comfort, here in a needle and spoon 

And Christmas for a dope fiend ain't no fun 

Waiting for good times that seem to never come 

Going out now, gonna get myself a gun 

Please stop me, don't you know I'm on a 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 

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