Junkie's Dream Lyrics

	作词 : Medlocke, Spires
	Here comes a joe with a bag full of snow
	He’ll make you scream inside
	With his wide brim hat and his
	CadillacHe’ll take you for a riii-ide, oh baby
	Long ago you’d have sold your mother’s soul
	To the man on the street
	But now you sell a night of love, pretty baby
	To the people you meet
	Your old man can’t supply the both of you
	You should know damn well
	So the next time that your junk, baby, it runs out
	You broke the night in hell,
	Oh you broke the night in helllll
	Your good nightmare is a junkie’s dream
	Your good nightmare is a junkie’s (Ooooooooooo) dreammmm
	Oh Ho no (Ooooooooooo)
	And don’t you worry little baby (Ooooooooooo)
	Some day you’ll see it snow (Ooooooooooo)
	Ohhh Your good nightmare is a junkie’s dream
	Your good nightmare
	Ohis a standin’ outside in the rain
	Suitcase in her hand
	Wheels gettin’ cold and a she’s getting’ old
	And oh God don’t you understand
	A junkie has no promise that a he’ll get by
	Without pumpin’ his veins
	So go sell your soul for a bag full of snow
	And if your lucky you’ll die in vain
	And if your lucky you’ll die in vain,
	Lord, Lord
	Oooooh yeahhh oh
	Yeahhhh ohhhhh lorrrrd

	zuo ci : Medlocke, Spires
	Here comes a joe with a bag full of snow
	He' ll make you scream inside
	With his wide brim hat and his
	CadillacHe' ll take you for a riiiide, oh baby
	Long ago you' d have sold your mother' s soul
	To the man on the street
	But now you sell a night of love, pretty baby
	To the people you meet
	Your old man can' t supply the both of you
	You should know damn well
	So the next time that your junk, baby, it runs out
	You broke the night in hell,
	Oh you broke the night in helllll
	Your good nightmare is a junkie' s dream
	Your good nightmare is a junkie' s Ooooooooooo dreammmm
	Oh Ho no Ooooooooooo
	And don' t you worry little baby Ooooooooooo
	Some day you' ll see it snow Ooooooooooo
	Ohhh Your good nightmare is a junkie' s dream
	Your good nightmare
	Ohis a standin' outside in the rain
	Suitcase in her hand
	Wheels gettin' cold and a she' s getting' old
	And oh God don' t you understand
	A junkie has no promise that a he' ll get by
	Without pumpin' his veins
	So go sell your soul for a bag full of snow
	And if your lucky you' ll die in vain
	And if your lucky you' ll die in vain,
	Lord, Lord
	Oooooh yeahhh oh
	Yeahhhh ohhhhh lorrrrd

	zuò cí : Medlocke, Spires
	Here comes a joe with a bag full of snow
	He' ll make you scream inside
	With his wide brim hat and his
	CadillacHe' ll take you for a riiiide, oh baby
	Long ago you' d have sold your mother' s soul
	To the man on the street
	But now you sell a night of love, pretty baby
	To the people you meet
	Your old man can' t supply the both of you
	You should know damn well
	So the next time that your junk, baby, it runs out
	You broke the night in hell,
	Oh you broke the night in helllll
	Your good nightmare is a junkie' s dream
	Your good nightmare is a junkie' s Ooooooooooo dreammmm
	Oh Ho no Ooooooooooo
	And don' t you worry little baby Ooooooooooo
	Some day you' ll see it snow Ooooooooooo
	Ohhh Your good nightmare is a junkie' s dream
	Your good nightmare
	Ohis a standin' outside in the rain
	Suitcase in her hand
	Wheels gettin' cold and a she' s getting' old
	And oh God don' t you understand
	A junkie has no promise that a he' ll get by
	Without pumpin' his veins
	So go sell your soul for a bag full of snow
	And if your lucky you' ll die in vain
	And if your lucky you' ll die in vain,
	Lord, Lord
	Oooooh yeahhh oh
	Yeahhhh ohhhhh lorrrrd

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