I caught you knockin' at my cellar door
I love you, baby, can I have some more
Ooh, ooh, the damage done.
I hit the city and I lost my band
I watched the needle take another man
Gone, gone, the damage done.
I sing the song because I love the man
I know that some of you don’t understand
Milk-blood to keep from running out.
I’ve seen the needle and the damage done
A little part of it in everyone
But every junkie’s like a settin' sun.
can you feel it when a junkie brother dies ,its the blood ,you share your spoon blood mingles and then when they die you dream of them ,you connect,i know no body likes to admit they have shared but it is what it is ,junkie 35 years and a lot of dead brothers and sisters ,its lonely now, ive slowed down ,but i still dont know ,i cry ,fuck i realy cry ,i dont know