A Peacock an eye on that lousy TV!/Hangin' up shirts in the dirty breeze/Hold them in their arms you can feel their disease /.The seeds were planted for being an addict
I became lonely weak and needed to feel/Strong women -sometimes imagination -sometimes real /
I night I would ride a "misery bound ferris wheel" /This aint no fun being an addict/
I was miserable (still am)afraid to fly free /They say it is about life so religiously /Sad thing... that I who truly was and will always be /Yet I somehow still live the life of an addict
But I hear there is love and there is lust/A loving G-d in whom to trust / Haven't found Him, though I know I must /Can someone help me from being an addict?