PURPLE VEINS

Purple veins all filled with pain
lately drugs just don't seem the same.
Lackin' money and you all know why
'scuse me while I kill this guy.

Purple veins up and down
don't know if I'm gonna hit the ground.
Am I livin'? It's a mystery
whatever it is I'm lit like a christmas tree.

Purple veins all in my eyes
don't know if I'm the anti-Christ.
You got me dying, dying inside
tomorrow is just a waste of time.

©2007 Lyrics by Jon Kinyon (Deja Voodoo Music)

Notes: The lament of a man hopelessly addicted to street narcotics. He knows they are a source of his misery, anger and confused state but they are also capable of providing him an escape - however short lived.