Well you run down to the corner to see what you can cop You buy some for your sister but you take yours off the top Running to the bathroom, fixin up a shot Tie it up shoot it up bang it up throw it up Too much junkie business Too much junkie business Too much junkie business I dont wanna fuck around with you Your life becomes as sickening as that mess you call your face That pig you call your girlfriend, she's dead from shooting mace Climbing up the walls Shooting all my? Wrap it up, call it art Now your record hits the charts Too much junkie business Too much junkie business Too much junkie business I don't wanna fuck around with you Too much junk Too much junk Too much junk Too much junk Too much junk I don't wanna see her hanging out with you Your the coolest thing in town with your face flat on the ground Hands emptied your pockets as the coffin went down Overdose at last smack stuck in your head Now you're dead, dead, dead, dead Too much junkie business Too much junkie business Too much junkie business I don't wanna fuck around with you Too much junk Too much junk Too much junk