Junkie Romance - Wayne Kramer

So you wanna look like Johnny

And you wanna act like Keef

And you crave some soft cocoon, boy

For your Charlie Parker grief

And you court the adoration

Of the ones with no esteem

And a hollow point delivery

Dope fiend self-inflicted dream

Its a junkie romance, kid

Alive on Avenue D

Its junkie romance, kid

Nothing comes for free.

As she shoots up through her stockings

You see her thighs as pale as death

And you cant feel her freezing

But theres frost upon her breath.

An old time Rx croaker

The doctor?

Yeah, hes in

A drugstore substitution

For the thing the priests call sin.

Its junkie romance, kid

Alive on Avenue D

Its junkie romance, kid

Youre dead on MTV.

Its junkie romance, kid

Singing waiting for the man

Its junkie romance, kid

The kingdom if you can

Its junkie romance, kid

Hes waiting in the back

Its junkie romance, kid

Yeah, always dressed in black.

Its junkie romance, kid

Youre dead on MTV

its junkie romance, kid

Nothing comes for free.