Billy the Junkie

I know a guy lives down by the beach Nothing more than a fuckboy leech Sitting on the corner begging for change He's the reason why we say people are strange Never worked a job a day in his life Tries to rob tourists with a pocket knife Gets as many dollars as he possibly can Right away takes it all to the dope man Billy the junkie Likes (Shooting dope and speed) He told me once that trailer trash is all he really needs Living out of dumpsters Be (Dead by 23) Do anything to get his fix Track marks is all he'll ever be Living life through a needle and spoon His safe haven is a motel room Dirty motherfucker doesn't shower at all You can find him in a bathroom stall He's running on his fifth day with no sleep Skin and bones, got nothing to eat Dad's a cop, mom gave up Sits and wonders why his life's so tough Hangin out with hookers and bums Friends only want him when the crystal comes He wants a way out but don't see one in sight Try to help, he'll kick and fight Billy the junkie Likes (Shooting dope and speed) He told me once that trailer trash is all he really needs Living out of dumpsters Be (Dead by 23) Do anything to get his fix Track marks is all he'll ever be (He's lost all his humanity) Go fast go fast Now and then he'll try to go get clean But getting sober for him's too mean Going fast as his tweaker heartbeat One day we'll find him dead in the street