Hooked - D.R.I.

You’re tied down, you’re locked up

You’ve got no way out

You’re broke down you’re fed up

Your lungs start to shout

You’re wincing, convulsing

You’re aching with pain

Gasping for breath, and you’re feeling insane

Hole after hole

Just proving your point

Point after point

Just digging you hole

Slow digging with a spoon

Hooked!

You’re hooked on a drug that’s controlling your mind

Hocking your soul for that measly last dime

You’re dragged off and thrown in your own padded cell

You’ve reached end of rope at bottom of well

Yellow-black arm-hole of eager junk acceptance

Thin steel prick cums in your arm

I see you fall over and over again

Hanging onto nothing you thought was a friend