Junkie's Prayer Lyrics - The Statler Brothers

That bed that I lay on is narrow and cold 

This sickness inside me tears at my soul 

And the devil awaits me, he calls me his son 

For he knows I'm cornered and too weak to run 

For I soon must return to my gutter of thrills 

Where joy is the needle or a bottle of pills 

Where a man welcomes misery like an old friend from home 

That he uses and abuses till the misery is gone 

My mind's filled with torture my body's in pain 

But the needle is warm as it sinks in my vein 

Just a matter of seconds then my mind will be free 

From the coldness and darkness that dominate me 

But the freedom is short lived and then I'm alone 

I must find the pusher but my money's all gone 

Then the cycle of horror starts over once more 

Oh God, let me suffer this misery no more