You were my favorite whorenYou kept it up when it was downnYou were the best damn whore in this townnYou stuck with me so I stuck aroundnnAnd I thought you were feeling betternI thought that you were doing goodnAnd I thought that you were feeling specialnI did my best to tip you wellnnWhy the hell do the drugs have to take theirnWhy the hell do the drugs have to take their tollnWhy the hell do the drugs have to take theirnWhy the hell do the drugs have to take their tollnnAnd I thought I’d stop and see how you were doinnAnd I thought I’d stop and check on younAnd I’d see how my favorite whore was doinnAnd it seems that she ain’t doin quite so welln nWhy the hell do the drugs have to take theirnWhy the hell do the drugs have to take their tollnWhy the hell do the drugs have to take theirnWhy the hell do the drugs have to take control nnYou were doin ok nYou were doin oknYou were doin oknYou were doin oknYou were doin oknYou were doin ok