Destroyed He's got plenty of drugs But he can't find his guitar Winds up drowning in puke With a needle in his arm This is plea for drugs This is a plea for booze This is a plea for junk Anything that I can use I'll shoot junk in my eye I can't die Whoops, I'm already dead Maggots are writhing inside of my head This is plea for drugs This is a plea for booze Desperate for anything Anything that I can use A plea for drugs from me to you There is nothing you can do I'm gonna die See me falling, see me sprawling See me going through your purse See me crying, see me dying See me roll off in a hearse, hey This is a plea for drugs This is an appeal from me to you There is nothing you can do I'm gonna die, I'm gonna die I'm pathetic, yet magnetic That is until the drugs are gone Then I am a total dick Until I get a good buzz on Don't want to fucking shoot myself That would make a mess I really should O.D. on junk I think that would be best This is plea for drugs This is a plea for booze This is a plea anything Anything that I can use A plea for drugs An appeal from me to you There is nothing you can do I'm gonna die, I'm gonna die