Fishbone - Pray To The Junkiemaker Lyrics
Pray to the junkiemaker through all types of weatherYou will be a slave to the junkiemaker foreverFiend 4 the means while it taxes your mind...Youre on the road to the tombstone commodeFiend like a hype as you suck the glass pipeYour soul is cast into a hellish holeAnd as youre on your knees tryin to feed your diseaseThe monkeys on your back got you beggin pleasePray to the junkiemakerTake a hit wit yer lipsPray to the junkiemaker...whoa !Youre jaded the light you no longer seeBurned out, broke down in your miseryDrop to less, youll soon confess and assume the positionConstipated asphyxiated concludes in purgatory as stated !Pray to the junkiemakerPray to the junkiemakerIts the death ticket, can I get a witness !Pray to the junkiemakerTake a hit, wit yer lips !Pray to the junkiemakerOooooooooh, whoah !Pray to the junkiemakerTake a hit, sit and piss !Pray to the junkiemakerWhoah !I aint talkin bout a physical addiction but a mental spellIts a moral to this story so listen wellI relate the life I live in full of shit and sometimes hellAnd you will c that the pipe is your realityPray to the junkiemaker !Mental shitty, ho !Mental shitty in the city yeh !Pray to the junkiemaker !And you will find youll be a junkie with a zombie mindSuck the pipe, take your life and you will dieAll because you wanted to get high !!!!!!Yeh !In a cold sweat you willIn a deep need you willIn the rock house you willWith a dick in your mouth you willIn a mental rage you willWhen your body craves you willDemonic lets make a dealIn the hospital you willP.m.r.c. you must beIn the business office you willIn the limousine you willIn the white house in a !In the school house you willIn the church house you will yes !In the police station they doShippin to the ghetto you devilsAs long as youre married you willRocked up in the kitchen youre trippinSellin your child for the rock pileIn a straight jacket in a !!!Forced for a divorce of courseIn the jail house you willWay black in the plantationTrippin in the bum bus stationMental m-m-masturbation50 skylab stationAnd the astronauts got to copKillin off the brothers and sistahsTwitchin down six feet underCrack gettin under my dunderMr. lucifer him chuckleMankind under his buckle
