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Jam that needle in your vein,
Blood is in my sink again,
Well I don't wanna know what you had to do,
To score the skag that's killing you
You're dead to me,
You're just a ghost,
I'm haunted by the empty host,
I'm waiting for my friends to die,
I prefer like you're not alive
Don't call, I'm not home,
And I don't care if you're alone,
This time you're on your own
All my friends are fucking high,
Waiting for their turn to die,
I see the scabs and I see the veins,
Don't tell me about the pain,
Punk chicks are turning tricks,
On Capp Street to score a fix,
Twenty-five going on sixty-six,
What is it baby?
What is this?
Don't call, I'm not home,
And I don't care if you're alone,
This time you're on your own
Don't call, I'm not home,
And I don't care if you're alone,
This time you're on your own
You're on your own,
You're on your own,
You're on your own
- Album:
- Miscellaneous
- Quetzalcoatl
- She Has No Control
- Open Road: The Allied Years (1992–1997)
- Nostalgic for Nothing
- J Church / Storm the Tower - Split EP
- How to Be Punk, Volume 1
- Return of the Read Menace
- The Precession of Simulacra - The Map Preceeds the Territory
- Five Years on the Streets
- Yellow, Blue and Green
- Camels, Spilled Corona and the Sound of Mariachi Bands
- One Mississippi
- The Drama of Alienation
- Mailorder is FUN!
- Arbor Vitae
- The Year of the Rat
- Prophylaxis
- Analysis, Yes, Very Nice
- Society Is a Carnivorous Flower