Paroles de Junkie

Our child it was an accident, no plan involved Our sense of responsibility in heroin dissolved We hardly had the will to look after ourselves Left the baby in a cupboard on the shelf My own child I killed it from neglect Put it in a cupboard, let filth it infect Its mother was a junkie, its mother is a whore So when the baby did cry I just it ignored I left it in the cupboard, left it in filth to die Smacked out on the floor in the lounge I lie The opiates’ golden mist into my veins, goodbye While in a cupboard in its Hell that baby would cry While its mother on the street her body would sell That baby’s mother and father they came from Hell So in that cupboard baby will die Without a kindly face to wave or say goodbye