The Unfairness Of Angels


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Neil Young Drugs rehab

In my cold fever i was lying in my bed-sit wondering what had i done?
It was appropriate that i was listening to some Neil Young
"I've seen the needle and the damage done!"
As the fever grips me i realize i have succumb

Started with a fag, a puff and a can of cider
But as the society became harder, my experimentation became wider
I met this girl and a few friends who liked me
But i guess not that much, when they stole my money?

They introduced to me the wilder side of drugs
And i remember the days crashed out on the hot rocked burnt rugs
Just letting myself drift of to the sound of "paint it black!"
I got the taste for my new buddy Smack!
And his evil twin brother crack
But now there was no turning back

I worked once as a car mechanic, but all i fix now is me!
Through the syringe i accepted a new destiny
I had a girlfriend, a house, a car and really good friends
But now all i got is a mind that bends!

I lost my job, and lost my wife between the sheets
I have stolen for greed, and begged on the streets
Somehow i don't remember when, i rediscovered my faith in men
When i was offered help and support from a woman called Jen

A drop in centre, never been before
I was at my lowest ebb, and my arms were so sore
They did not want to turn me in
They did not see, what i did as a sin
I told them my name was Lee
They said they were here to help me

A few months have gone by, and i have reduced my intake
I don't pretend i am off drugs. I am not a fake
But i see a light at the end of the road
I am no longer classed as, no fixed abode

I now listen to Neil young's Harvest Moon
As i know i will be of drugs soon
And now when i hear " the needle and the damage done"
I understand it can happen to anyone.





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