Note Left from a Junkie
Note left from a junkie Mississippi, '94
A landlord picked a front lock
No one opened up the door
Three months back on payment
Not a statement had been heard
His nostrils stung and he uttered not a word
Across the apartment in the doorway on the floor
A tenant lay half-naked in the bathroom dead for sure
Lonely, self-mistreated and a pen clutched in one hand
A hand-drawn note upon an oak night stand
You've got to fight it cause if you hide it
It will only bring you down
You've got to fight it cause if you hide it
It will only bring you down
Paramedics arrived. No one surprised by this scene
Asked some simple questions and then quickly they did leave
One person's belongings suddenly another's stress
For everything we've owned there'll be nothing we'll have kept
You've got to fight it cause if you hide it
It will only bring you down
You've got to fight it cause if you hide it
It will only bring you down
You've got to fight it cause if you hide it
It will only bring you down
You've got to fight it cause if you hide it
It will only bring you down
Autor(es): Capuchin Twin
