Well you run down to the corner baby, see what you can cop nYou buy some for your sister and you take yours off the top nRun into the bathroom, fixing up a shot nTie it up, shoot it up, bang your head and throw it up nnToo much junkie business nToo much junkie business nToo much junkie business nI don't wanna fuck around with you nnYour life becomes as sickening as that mess you call your face nThe pig you call your girlfriend is dead from shooting mace nClimbing up the walls, you're shooting all my ballsnWrap it up, call it art, now your record makes the chart nnToo much junkie business nToo much junkie business nToo much junkie business nI don't wanna fuck around with you nnToo much junk, too much junk nToo much junk, too much junk nToo much junk, too much junk nI don't wanna see her hanging out with you nnWell you're the coolest thing in town, with your face right on the ground nFriends went through your pockets as the coffin went down nYou overdosed at last, spike stuck in your head nNow you're dead… dead! dead! dead! nnToo much junkie business nToo much junkie business nToo much junkie business nI don't wanna fuck around with you nnToo much junk, too much junk nToo much junk, in your head